"What do you mean?" Eden raised an eyebrow.
He couldn't believe that Elvis, of all people, was worried that he was making sexual advancements toward his brother he didn't even seem to care about.
And the fact that he was already making speculations on it without having found anything—he didn't know how to interpret it.
"And why would you be worried about me being with your brother?" he added.
"I'm just saying," Elvis replied.
Eden paused, his eyes on Elvis as he slowly walked up to him.
A smile curled on his lips as he placed a hand over his chest. "Don't tell me you're actually... jealous?"
Elvis paused. His eyes were still on Eden. He scoffed as he looked down at Eden's fingers running along his chest.
"And why would I be jealous...?" He looked into his eyes. "When I can easily keep you away from him?"
"You can?" Eden raised an eyebrow. "How?"
They were quiet, staring into each other's eyes—Eden's hand on Elvis's chest and Elvis's eyes on him.
