His friends used to always joke that if he could be a brain in a jar, he would. Eli wasn't inexperienced, but sex and romantic love had never been particularly strong drivers for him. He was far more used to rebuffing advances that encouraging them--and even less used to reciprocating so intensely. But this, this was different. This felt raw and important: too much and not enough, his fingertips just barely grazing dark curls as the Musain burned around them.