Baby frowned, leaning off the fridge to look at Saint.
His vision was blurry, but he didn't miss how shirtless Saint was, his dark pyjama pants hanging dangerously low on his waist.
His eyes slowly travelled up, giving each abs a lingering look before he lifted his eyes to Saint's face, darting his tongue out to lick his dry lip.
Their gaze locked, blue against grey, the atmosphere heavy and sizzling with unspoken tension, igniting a serious fire separately in both the drunk and sober man.
"I just want water," Baby replied and turned away, patting around the fridge to search for the handle.
He heard Sain sigh before he started walking toward him, and before he could look to confirm, he felt Saint behind him.
"I'm starting to think your parents bribed the THC to get a babysitter for their Baby," Saint's deep voice rang behind Baby, stilling his movement.
