Soon, I was lying next to her, sheets covering us both as we basked in our own warmth, her head resting on my chest while I stroked her silver hair, staring upward at the trailer ceiling.
I had already narrated everything that happened today to her.
And she had been listening quietly until she finally fell asleep.
I started patting her shoulder gently, listening to the soft rhythm of the rise and fall of her body against mine.
Her soft body on mine, it was the best feeling ever.
Smelling the sweet linger of our intimacy was always the best feeling too, but I couldn't stop wishing that this was Elias.
That I did every single wild thing I do to Persie with Elias instead.
To have his hands tied up... a block of ice held between my teeth as I traced down every hard ripple of his abs.
