ELENA
The gentle brushes of a finger against my skin, like a masterstroke from an expert painter. The warmth that engulfs me entire frame and the feeling of comfort that submerges me into a whirlpool of peace that I haven't had in a long time. The steady rhythm of breathing behind me, the breath fanning across my neck. The rhythmical thumps behind my heart.
All these tell-tale signs trigger my subconscious to know that I am not alone. There's someone here with me. The safety I feel tells me that it can only be one person, Drake.
He must have come in while I was sleeping and just... laid down beside me, pulled me close and fell asleep. Like he has every right to. I scoff, trying to feign annoyance even though peace courses through my veins. It feels like my muscles have been liquefied an
