“I like how he calls you Thor.” “I know,” I said with a laugh. “It’s the hair,” I added. Eli didn’t join me in the joke. Instead he looked at my hair and then dropped his eyes to mine. “No, it’s not.” My insides tightened at that and I was tempted to drag him down on my lap again. Better yet, I wanted to lay him down on the table and feast on every part of his body. “Why.”
