“Jarrett…”
The whisper tickled over his ear, accompanied by heat pooling at the base of his neck and along his shoulder. He turned instinctively toward it, and the heat solidified, a touch of skin to skin, his and someone else’s, tantalizing, seductive.
“Jarrett. Wake up.”
The second call was more urgent, the contact firmer. Jarrett muddled through the periphery of his dreams as he struggled to respond. He knew that voice, but he didn’t know how, and his brain was too sluggish to accurately decipher it.
“Jarrett!”
The voice wasn’t louder, but instead more intense, a sharp hiss that finally penetrated his fog. He knew its owner now, too, which woke him up the rest of the way.
“Eli?” He blinked, though he still couldn’t see much. Darkness blanketed the room, Eli’s shadow as he bent ove
