Eddie makes a strangled little noise in his throat at the tug of his hair. Combined with being called a good boy -- which apparently he really likes, he'd had no idea -- he's kind of feeling like he might just combust.

Don't come in your jeans, Munson, he tells himself.

"You got it," he says aloud when Alex tells him to leave his hands where they are. Her skin is so warm under his palm and he presses his lips together