Eli's POV
Eli drifted in the warmth of sleep, caught between reality and fantasy. The scent of honeysuckle wrapped around him like a whispered promise, pulling him deeper into the abyss. His fingers tangled in thick, soft curls, the sensation grounding him, making this feel real.
"Your hair…" His voice was rough, reverent. "It’s always been so beautiful."
A soft, familiar laugh caressed his ears.
"And I always smell sweet to you?"
His breath caught.
Coral.
She turned in his arms, her dark eyes locking onto his. Moonlight traced her full lips, the delicate line of her jaw. She was here. In his bed. Wrapped around him.
"You’re beautiful," he murmured, his thumb brushing along her cheek.
Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "You always say that."
She leaned in, the warmth of
