Paloma Perez.
I feel Elijah’s lips on my shoulder just as the faintest streaks of morning light slip through the curtains. I smile. He must’ve carried me here after everything we did. I smile again. I don’t even remember falling asleep, I was so tired… so full.
His hand grazes the curve of my waist and drifts lower as he nuzzles a kiss to my neck.
“Morning.” he murmurs into my skin.
I don’t answer. I don’t want to wake up just yet. if I start moving, I'll have to open my eyes and stop floating in this delicious half-asleep haze.
“I have to leave before anyone sees us.” Elijah whispers again and I give him a tiny nod.
I hear the soft shuffle of him getting up. I don't know when exactly he slips out, but it must be a while after — maybe an hour — when I feel a hand shaking my sho
