“Andrew?” Neil asked as he would for anything else. “What’s your favorite quality about me? Physically, I mean.”
It didn’t take long for Andrew to notice the uneasy shifting in Neil’s legs.
He didn’t care about looks and Andrew knew that. He’d never once gave himself a second glance in the mirror or spend a moment longer than he needed dressing himself. Neil knew Andrew kept him as he was, so the question seemed strange. Nicky’s Influence, most likely. Andrew would decide later if that was a good or bad thing. For now, he focused his energy on glazing his eyes over Neil’s figure. His mind recounting every detail that laid over and under his clothing.
He thought of the blue eyes Neil had hidden for so long. How the color could have choked Andrew the first time he saw it and the auburn hair that laid messily over the pillows they shared every morning.
Neil was a dream. Something he couldn’t begin to put into words. There wasn’t an inch of Neil Andrew didn’t adore. His very existence twisted him in ways he never dreamed of bending.
Finally, Andrew’s gaze met Neil’s. His tongue sharp against his tongue as he spoke.
“Your ass.”
