Alexei trailed Elijah down the narrow steps, yawning loud enough to echo.
"Basement? Really? What are you hiding down here, priestling? A coffin? Your porn stash?"
Elijah didn't answer, which only made Alexei grin wider.
Blue eyes lingered on his waist. It was by no means weak. Lean, sure.
And he had the urge to wrap his arms around it. Without a doubt, Elijah would flip.
But would he, really?
He had never even seen this pretty boy get angry.
His gaze slithered down the dark pants wrapped so nicely around perfectly curved ass that made his hands itch.
The way he carried himself, the curves and lines of his sexy body hidden under all that fabric, everything about Elijah was a goddamn trap.
For someone so holy, it felt almost criminal to leave that body unappreciated.
"Hey, do you even watch porn? You must have, right? Which gender do you prefer?"
Elijah still didn't reply.
The deeper they went, the dimmer the light became.
