Shay imagined taking photograph after photograph of Elijah with his violin. He reached for his pants that were slung over the end of the bed and tugged them on.
"I thought I was dessert," he said cheesily as he tossed the towel so it landed on Elijah's head gently. "Yes, let's order dessert. Something tall and made out of chocolate." Because they were staying in a fairly nice hotel and Shay really wanted to see what kind of extravagance they could muster up.
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