Chapter 45
ELIJAH
“Elijaaaah, we’re home!” Gabriel sings.
Thank God. After what felt like forever pacing back and forth, I whip around, finally relieved to see Gabriel stepping off the elevator with that smug grin of his, and Alex following right behind. Honestly, I thought for sure Gabriel would come back alone.
Alex’s face lights up with a gorgeous smile as he pivots away from Gabriel to face me. Dios mío, I don’t know what transpired between them in the last couple of hours, but I can only assume Gabriel’s charm worked its magic. I make a beeline for him, secretly nodding to Gabriel as I pass by.
“Alex.” My voice cracks. I want to pull him in for a hug and devour that stubborn mouth of his, but I have no idea where we stand, or even if we still have a relationship at all. Instead, I approach with caution, reaching for his elbow.
“Would you like a drink?” I offer, breaking the tension.
“Jesus, Elijah. Are we at a restaurant?” Gabriel mocks, his voice light with amusement. “He had two beers in the car. Pretty sure he’d settle for a kiss right about now. Unless, of course, you’d like me to kiss him?”
“Like hell you will,” I growl, pulling Alex tightly against my chest. He grins, throwing an arm around my waist and squeezing my ass in a way that makes me jump, like I’ve been stung by a bee.
Of course, Gabriel doesn’t miss it.
“Seems your ass is up for grabs these days,” he teases, throwing a wink in our direction.
And Alex—he actually laughs.
Loudly. A full, genuine laugh.