Becky
I'm so confused right now. Elijah suddenly looks gorgeous. He is gorgeous. There aren't any other words to describe him. Or at least I lack the brain cells to do it since I'm going dumber by the second.
Beautiful people make me nervous, and since I usually stand no chance with them, I flirt without a filter. But this... this is my mate, and that means I can touch him, kiss him... feel him.
My head spins with possibilities while Elijah looks at me expectantly. It takes a while, but soon, I gather enough courage to grab his cheeks and study him.
A chuckle escapes him, and there is a cleft in his cheek, a charming dimple that grows deeper. "What are you doing?"
"Studying you."
Elijah doesn't seem to mind me poking him in the face. He smiles wider and lays perfectly still on his
