Back in Eli's apartment, I tried to keep my cool, but inside, rage was bubbling. How dare that bastard Odon even think of hitting on Eli? After everything I had done to make sure Eli was mine, he had the nerve to show up in Salt Lake City and set his eyes on him. I was not going to let that slide. No way. Not after all the time and effort I had put into making Eli happy.
I turned to Eli, who was already drifting off. I wrapped my arm around him, pulling him closer, my touch gentle despite the storm inside me. I needed him to feel secure, to feel like nothing was wrong. I was not about to let anyone, especially Odon, ruin this. As his breathing slowed and deepened, I knew he was asleep. Quietly, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him.
