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"What did you dream of last night?" A moan vibrated from my chest as Elliot drew small calculated circles on my bare thigh.
"Hardin." The circles stopped. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be." His finger immediately tipped my chin up, a sign of reassurance, as our eyes bored into one another's. "You're bound to dream of him, it's natural and I doubt it'll ever stop. That's okay though, don't ever apologise for that."
A cheeky grin erupted onto his face. The act has quickly become my kryptonite. "I would prefer that you dream of me, you, naked in a bed instead but hey..."
I playfully whacked his chest, as we both erupted into laughter. The sun was shining in through the thin translucent curtains, that blew quietly in the wind. A tranquil peace descended upon as we plunge
