“It’s just ‘cause I needed sleep.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“I don’t usually…take…S’all your fault, anyway,” Bryn said, turning to sniff Ellis’s sleeve and breathing in Ellis’s scent. Good Lord but he smelled incredible. Subtle, rich, musky, with a hint of vanilla or maybe chocolate?
“It was?” Ellis asked mildly. “How you figure?”
“You…the earth. You made the earth move.”
Ellis chuckled. “Well, I’ll try to work on that.”
“Good. I dance, you know. Gravity. I like it.”
“I’ll have to come see you sometime.” Ellis put Bryn down slowly and held him against his side as he hailed a cab. “I’ve never been to the ballet.”
“‘Course not. Gun boy.”
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” Ellis helped Bryn into the taxi and gave the driver Bryn’s address.
Bryn rested bonelessly against the leather seat. The buildings and lights blurred by the window, and he had to shut his eyes before the vertigo overcame him. “You must be loving this,” he said, eyes closed.