Eli's POV
"You can turn around now, Noel," I said, softly.
Every time I moved, the soft fabric slid against my bare skin, making me aware of how big and muscular he was compared to me. "Seriously. I'm covered."
He took a slow, heavy breath and finally turned around. God, he was so hot when he did. He had this insanely sharp jawline, grey eyes that looked right through you, and those plump, full lips I always found myself staring at.
Right now, a dark blush was creeping up his cheekbones.
He kept his eyes locked on my face, like he was forcing himself not to look down at what I was wearing. He walked over to the nightstand, moving a little stiff and nervous as he set the tray down.
"I brought you some soup," he said. His voice dropped to this low, raspy whisper that gave me goosebumps. His grey eyes drifted down to my mouth for a split second before looking back up at my messy damp hair. "You really need to eat."
