His doorbell actually rang at six-fifty, but Jarrett couldn’t fault Eli for being anxious. He’d been on edge, too, ever since Ven had forced him to leave the police station the night before.
“You two have been in each other’s back pockets since this whole mess started,” she’d said. “Get a good night’s sleep. Get back to your life. Get some perspective.”
Perspective was overrated.
Perspective showed him how big his bed was with just him in it. He’d only shared two other beds with Eli, but they had both been amazing encounters. Eli fit into his body with an ease nobody else had ever managed, offering comfort and warmth, excitement and relaxation, without having to try.
Perspective reminded him how ordered his life had been before, how many rituals he had in his day, how many concessions
