Around half an hour after he left, Elijah finally calls me and I grab my cellphone, my hands are shaking so badly that I almost drop it.
“Eli?”
I can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks. “Was that a clumsy ‘hello’ or are we doing pet names now?”
I smile, in spite of the anxiety chewing me from the inside. “Would you prefer jah-jah?”
“Eli it is,” he murmurs and I bite my lower lip as I feel a sudden surge of heat from within me just hearing his voice again. I close my eyes and in my mind I see his lips curving into a teasing smile. Memories of what that mouth did to me almost make me moan.
Damn it, now I’m suddenly wishing I’m back in our own room.
I clear my suddenly dry throat. “Is the Queen all right?” I ask instead, trying very hard not to think of what I want to do in o
