Elijah tore his lips away. "You're thinking about him again, aren't you?" "W-what?" Stammered reply, a beat too late. "No, 'course not." Dom tried unsuccessfully to kiss Elijah again. "C'mon, don't." "No, I'm serious." Elijah dropped his head back on the sofa, started rebuttoning faded jeans. "Just...y'know...next time you invite me over, make sure we're the only two people here, alright?" Christ, Elijah was stubborn. And wrong. Cause, yeah...Dom wasn't. Thinking about him. At all. "I wasn't," he said aloud. "Then why were you moaning Karl's name?"
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