Elsa
Adam and I spent two days locked away from the world, just the two of us. It was a strange, almost surreal kind of bliss. He wouldn’t let me step outside, not even for my morning run that I loved so much. We stayed inside, with the curtains drawn, lost in our own little bubble.
If we weren’t curled up on the couch, lazily watching whatever was on TV, we were eating or tangled up in each other, savouring every touch and kiss as if we could never get enough.
“We can’t stay trapped in here forever, Adam,” I murmured, leaning into his warm embrace. His strong arms tightened around me, holding me closer, and I felt his lips brush against the top of my head.
“You can’t get pregnant doing all those activities,” he said softly, almost as if he were revealing a secret. I pulled back sligh
