Brain scrambling? Do my shoulders get you weak in the knees, Eds?

[The way that sweet heart-shaped face did for him and the pert round of his ass haunted his dreams. Two could play coy, but Eddie was just a whole lot better about it. Richie didn't necessarily hate masculinity but he loved Eddie, his lean frame, the width of his hips, and the dip his chest took into his torso. Made perfectly, for him.

When Eddie sinks into the tub, he pushes his palm into the water to make sure he did a good job. The aroma has completely enveloped the room. All that existed there was Eddie, himself, and the steam between them.]

I always loved them. Not all freckles are melanoma, dude. Especially the ones you've had since we were what? Six? Seven?

[Richie can't even remember, but he's much more distracted with Eddie and the gentle sound of comfort that melts out of him the moment he relaxes.]

I dunno. You sure you want me and my shoulders in here with you? Might get water all over the floor...