KOOKIE:
Waking up to Elias’s hands wrapped safely around me feels like a dream. It is like a therapy I needed but never knew of. The warmth alone makes it difficult for me to stand from the bed, and if I could, I would remain in bed, but we have a lot to do today, which includes dinner with my parents.
He stirs from sleep behind me, shifting closer, allowing his morning wood to press into the back of my butt. Self-control is the only thing stopping me from letting out a moan, because my mind can already paint a mental picture of how thick it could be.
“Good morning, Love.” His thick voice fills my ears, causing bumps to sprout up on my skin. The grip he has on my waist loosens, and I turn around to face him.
Even without a shower or morning routine, he looks gorgeous as hell. His hair
