Chapter 20
Eli woke alone in a patch of warm sunlight and the wide emptiness of Rob’s messy bed. The sheets were rumpled, even the mattress cover creased under his back. He stretched luxuriously only to find Rob had, at some point in the night, stolen Eli’s boxers and pyjama pants.
“d**k,” he mumbled, and turned over to find the warm spot.
Only it was missing. So with a seriously disgruntled sigh, Eli got up, found his discarded T-shirt and stolen underwear, and ventured into the rest of the flat.
Or, rather, followed the smell of burnt toast.
“You’re inhuman,” he told Rob when he turned into the little kitchen and saw the charcoaled former-bread vanishing into Rob’s mouth.
“And you’re wearing clothes. One of us is fuckin’ wrong here, and it ain’t me,” Rob drawled.
“You stole my clo
