James couldn't help smiling against Eli's lips. His trailed the backs of his fingers over one side of Eli's face, then reached back to stroke his hair. It was amazing the way hearing those words from the boy's lips made his heart race. It would be too easy to be jaded and wonder what someone who's barely a man knows about love. But James' is a poet through and through and has no reason to doubt Eli's feelings. Why should he? Everyone knows love at some point or another. It doesn't discriminate by age.

"I love you," he echoed, gazing so fondly at the blurry image of Eli's face. Then he sighed heavily. "Unfortunately, we shouldn't stay in bed all day."