Raw Pleasures
It was never overt, never inappropriate, but it was there—a silent question in the stormy grey of his eyes.
A few hours later, Ben groaned and stretched. “I’m wiped. Calling it a night. You crashing here, Noah?”
Noah, still focused on the screen where his character stood vigil, nodded. “Yeah, if that’s cool. Too tired for the drive.”
“You know where the couch is,” Ben said, clapping him on the shoulder before heading upstairs. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
Silence descended, thick and heavy. Elia heard Ben’s door click shut upstairs. She was alone with Noah. Truly alone. Her heart began to hammer against her ribs. She busied herself with closing her textbook, the sound unnaturally loud.