Ellie pov:
No nightmares, no cold sweats, and no nausea. When I woke up this morning everything was warm, but a sweet and comfortable warmth. I wasn’t so shocked to find myself lying next to Eric this time, since I remembered everything clearly. Though, I was incredibly embarrassed.
I lingered as long as I could, inhaling the sweet scent of freshly plucked vanilla. The room was chilly, but the heat radiating from Eric’s body nearly created a visible shield around me.
My face was level with his steadily rising and falling chest. With my eyes, I traced the tribal art tattoos that covered his left shoulder. The ink told a story about our lineage, but I only got as far as his elbow before the blankets covered the rest.
All these years, and I can’t believe I’d never seen or noticed thes
