Paloma Perez.
I moan softly and stretch my limbs but the warmth I expect isn’t there.
He’s gone. My lips curve into a pout before I even open my eyes. He left. I was just about to—ugh, I was just about to moan naughty into his ear for something only he can give me. Shamefully.
How long have I even been asleep?
“Grrrrrrr!!!”
There goes my alarm…loud and hateful and right on time. I smack it off, then burrow deeper into the pillow with a sulky sigh. My mood was so heavy this morning, but Elijah’s presence worked like magic. He didn’t even do much—he was just here and now he’s not.
If he had just waited a little longer for me to wake up… I would have rewarded him. I bite my bottom lip, blushing at my own thoughts but they vanish too quickly because guilt kicks in. That awful crawling f
