Ellie’s P.O.V
The next morning I awaken to the feeling of warmth. Matt’s chest is against mine, his rough hand gripping on to my hips, holding me close as if I’m going somewhere. At least not for a few more hours.
I was do to fly put later this evening as Matt was schedule to fly to Germany early the following morning. The thought of him leaving pained me. So many thoughts ran through my head.
Are we together?
How long will he be gone for?
Does he really have to go?
All the thoughts were driving me mad. I manage to ease my self out of Matt’s grip, making my way to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. I pull out my phone to check my messages an to see how Steven is fairing with Ollie.
I am soon interrupted from my task when Matt’s arms find there was around my hips from behind. H
