Paloma Perez.
The first thing I feel is his hard chest when I open my eyes.
I slept in Elijah’s room. I remember laughing at something he said. I told him he needed to rest, and somehow, he cajoled me into lying beside him. I ended up resting on his arm. I don’t even know when I fell asleep. I shift slightly, only to feel his hand tighten instinctively over my hip. When I glance up, his eyes are still closed, lashes dark against his cheeks.
He’s still asleep. So, naturally, my eyes drift to his chest. I wonder what it actually looks like. He wouldn’t even show me yesterday. Maybe this is my chance to see the wound, to see how bad it really is.
Carefully, I start to shift my hand to lift his shirt but the moment I move, his hand slides over mine and stops me. He doesn’t open his eyes r
