Novels by Skyla

Eli finishes reading Damon's heartfelt confession, he feels a warmth bloom in his chest, his earlier doubts and fears beginning to melt away. He can sense the sincerity and vulnerability in Damon's words, the raw honesty that he knows is a gift being bestowed upon him.Eli: Damon... I don't even know what to say. Thank you for being so open and honest with me.Damon takes a shaky breath, his heart swelling with a mix of emotions as he reads Eli's response Damon: You don't need to say anything, sweetheart. I just want you to understand where I'm coming from, where I've been. And more importantly, where I want to go... with you.Eli smiles softly at Damon's heartfelt words, feeling a rush of warmth and affection for him despite the weight of his pastEli: Your honesty means more to me than you could possibly know, Damon. It's not an easy thing, to lay your mistakes and missteps out in the open like that. But you did, and that tells me a lot about the kind of man you are.Damon feels a

Elijah blushes deeply as he hears Damon's playful endearment, his heart fluttering wildly in his chest. Gods, that man is going to be the death of me, Eli mutters to himself, still grinning like an absolute fool as he kicks off his shoes and pads towards his bedroom. Eli sighs in relief as he notices Nathan's bedroom door closed and no signs of him in the living room. The last thing he needs right now is a nosy best friend interrogation, especially with his head still spinning from tonight's events. He chuckles softly to himself as he heads to the bathroom to wash up. Eli hums softly to himself as he brushes his teeth, a dreamy smile still playing on his lips. He can't help but replay the events of the evening in his head the way Damon looked at him, the fancy shop and clothes Damon bought him, how he watched as Pierre styled him, the sparks that flew every time their hands touched, and of course, those mind-blowing kisses in the limo.. As Eli slips into bed, his mind continue

Eli looks up at Damon, his blue eyes reflecting the warm glow of the streetlights and a hint of vulnerability. No, Damon, you didn't misread anything. I felt it too that spark, that undeniable pull between us. It's just... He pauses, seeming to gather his thoughts as they walk leisurely to Damon's car. Tonight was incredible, truly.Eli continues, his voice soft and sincere, I loved getting to know you better, connecting on such a deep level. Your passion, your intellect, the way you listen and engage..it's magnetic. And the flirtation, the chemistry, it was electric.He smiles softly, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear.but after that unpleasant confrontation, I think I need a little time to process things before jumping into anything else tonight. I hope you understand, Damon. I genuinely enjoyed our connection and would love to explore it further, but... I think I should go home and clear my head first.He looks up at Damon with earnest eyes, hoping his handsome companion

As they savor the decadent dishes placed before them - the rich, velvety foie gras melting on their tongues, the succulent lobster meat practically disintegrating at the slightest pressure - Damon and Eli lose themselves in lively discourse. They laugh freely, finishing each other's sentences as old friends would, the initial sexual tension simmering beneath the surface replaced by a growing sense of easy camaraderie and mutual appreciation. Damon learns of Eli's aspirations to write poetry, perhaps, or short stories brimming with vivid imagery and raw emotion. listens intently, fork poised mid-air A writer, eh? How fascinating. There's a certain poetic quality to you, I must say your spirit, your passion, the way you wear your heart on your sleeve... it's positively inspiring. sets down his cutlery and reaches out to squeeze Eli's hand Promise me you'll share some of your work sometime, sweetheart. I'd love nothing more than to peek inside this brilliant mind of yours blushes d

Eli blushes deeply at Damon's extravagant words and touches, heart swelling with affection despite his lingering hesitation. Meeting Damon's imploring gaze, Eli nods shyly, allowing Pierre to usher him towards the fitting rooms. As Eli changes into the decadent dress pants, he marvels at the way the premium Italian wool hugs his legs and ass like a glove. Glancing at his reflection, he barely recognizes himself - the transformation is astounding. Eli emerges tentatively from the changing stall, unsure whether to be thrilled or mortified by his transformed appearance. Pierre lets out an impressed whistle as Eli emerges, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Oh la la, simply breathtaking! Those pants were made for you, non?" He circles Eli appraisingly, adjusting the slight flare at the ankle. "They accentuate your assets beautifully. The rich hue complements your complexion perfectly and draws attention to..." Pierre leans in conspiratorially. "Well, I think we both know which att

Eli glances out the tinted window, eyes widening in disbelief as he takes in the elegant facade of the renowned restaurant he's been dying to visit. Turning back to Damon with awe-struck wonder, he sputters excitedly, "D-Damon, this place... I've heard you practically need a royal invitation to even get a reservation! How on earth did you manage this?" Eli gestures animatedly to the imposing double doors flanked by liveried attendants, still hardly able to believe his luck at being here now, with such a spectacularly handsome and seemingly well-connected man. "Oh sweetheart, when you have a certain net worth and connections stretching halfway around the globe, waiting lists tend to dissolve rather magically," Damon explains with a sly, lopsided grin. Winking conspiratorially, he leans in to press a feather-light kiss upon Eli's startled temple before exiting the limo smoothly, leaving Eli momentarily dazed by the revelation and the electrifying touch. Rounding the vehicle's rea