Elena's POV
"Good morning, Elena."
A warm kiss on my forehead finally woke me up, not the strong arms wrapped around my waist or cushioning my neck. Reluctant to move I snuggled deeper into his hard chest, rubbing my head against the warmth of him.
"Your dad called me to ask how you are doing. And if you would come home for breakfast."
"Hmm." I reached over and pulled myself deeper into his side, tightening my legs around his waist. "I won't," I muttered against his chest. I would go back eventually, but what was he going to say to me now? That he was sorry he did not trust my judgement? He still would not. Not really.
"He sounded worried. Maybe because the argument left you sour all night." Brad pulled back slightly, his hands finding my chin and tilting it up so he could kiss me. I
