I woke up this morning arms wrapped around my bare waist and feeling slightly sore. I know I know it's not my first time but it's been two years. I smiled at memories from last night. Even yesterday he managed to project how much he loves me in a passionate yet gentle way. As I glanced at the clock on Elijah's night table I saw it was already ten.
"Elijah." I tried to gently wake him up. He moved a bit and then went still. So I went for another tactic. I tried to entangle myself from his grip - his deathly grip. Just as I was successing a little bit, his grip thightened -like that was even possible, he opened his eyes and smiled at me.
"You are not trying to escape are you Pearl?" He huskily asks me while tracing his fingers up and down my back. I laugh at that, we are not some drunk tee
