I woke up wondering why the A/C was so close to my ear. The air tickled my neck, so I popped my eyes open and stretched.
Confused as to why my stretching felt so . . . Restricted, I lifted the comforter and found a hand draped across my stomach.
Oh no.
Shutting my eyes, I balled my fist and silently cursed myself. How could I fall asleep here?
Elias made me stay up and we spoke about the most random things. We went from women’s rights to whether tomato should really be a fruit to whether all branded clothing was made in China.
Now I was stuck to him like glue, in an intimate position.
I let out a breath.
“Elias?” I call out, but of course, he’s deep in slumber.
“Elias?”
“Elias!” This time I took the back of my foot and tried to jam it against his thigh. It worked and he moved away
