Chapter 8
Eli’s grip became punishing around his lover’s thick wrist, but he couldn’t stop. Every new second ticking over brought another complication on top of their already mountain high situation. It might have been a figment of his overworked imagination, but the air seemed to thin out with every breath he tried to suck down.
“Breathe,” Yakecen murmured and extricated his hand from Eli’s.
He wanted to protest. That hand was the only thing keeping him from going off the deep end after the terrible rock tumbler ride they’d just had. It splayed wide across his back, right between his shoulder blades. He managed a deeper breath once the weight settled on him again.
“I need you to breathe for me.”
He held the air in for a three count and let it out for a five count, and again. Who knew
