Elijah was taking his conventional morning walk in the corridor when he saw Ivory walking into the mansion. A wireless headphone hung around her neck and the workout outfit she wore hugged her tightly, doing justice to her curves. The morning sun shone on her glistening forehead and he felt his stomach flutter.
"Good morning." He greeted, his eyeballs staying longer on her full chest.
She stopped beside him and cleaned the sweats banded on her forehead with the back of her left palm and kept her gaze on her black sneakers. "Morning Elijah”
Did she just refer to him as Elijah? What happened to Eli? He wondered and cleared his throat. At least, she responded. It proved that last night's event was history perhaps.
Dammit, he didn't want it to be history.
"If you are free this morning,
