ATLAS
Well, damn. That was fire.
I lay in the midst of the tousled, soaked sheets, tangled up with Elena, whose face was flushed and hair attractively messy.
She had a small smile playing on her lips, her eyes twinkling with the same bliss I was reveling in.
“This was why you wanted a detour, isn’t it?” Her voice came out in a soft breath, fanning my chest.
I shrugged, threading my fingers through her soft, blonde curls. “I guess it just happened.”
She chuckled quietly, shaking her head, and in the silence that followed, my thoughts strayed.
I really liked this..being here with her..sharing little, harmless jokes that let me enjoy the melody in the laughter that spilled from her sensuous lips..holding her in my arms..reveling in the heavy smell of our passion that hung in the air…
