his elbow.
Raffaele looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “You’re… earnest,” he said, brushing his thumb over Nate’s cheek. “Genuinely friendly and nice. Warm. People are drawn to you. I don’t like the way they look at you.”
Grinning, Nate leaned down and kissed him softly. “The way they look at me? Just admit you have a jealousy problem.”
“I don’t have a jealousy problem. I have eyes.”