Elijah was so close Gabriel could almost sense him with every piece of skin. He turned his eyes to the man, meeting them. Another mistake. His breathing became more superficial. He could feel himself becoming hot. He could see every detail of Elijah's face. Those deep, lovely eyes he could look into forever. What beautiful eyelashes. And those lips. He could lean in and just brush his own against them. No. It would become more than that. He could imagine it vividly. It had been a stroke of genius, to let priests wear long wide cassocks that concealed a lot.

The other man's words hardly registered as Gabriel stared into his eyes, debating with himself. And then Elijah was suddenly done talking. What? "No..." he said breathlessly. "No, I don't want that..." He shook his head, trying to break the spell. "I mean... I want you close."

Not what he had meant to say.