When Rob wanted space, he vanished off the face of the earth.
Usually, Eli didn’t mind. They argued a lot—they were both hot-tempered, highly-strung and prone to exploding at the smallest things—and usually Rob stomping off to cool down was a good idea. Plus the make-up s*x was fantastic.
But with the fear that he’d just been ditched, Eli didn’t want space. He wanted to lock them both in a tiny cupboard and kiss Rob, blow him, f**k him until he forgave Eli. It had been a major c**k-up on Eli’s part, he should have had more faith, but this vanishing act…
For the first couple of days, it simply scared the s**t out of him. He nearly missed his testosterone injection at the doctor’s, he was so busy trying to track Rob down. He wasn’t in any of his favoured pubs, he wasn’t at his boxing club
