-Angela-
I had fallen asleep… I didn’t realize it until I felt a strong arm snake around my waist and warm lips press against my bare shoulder. I had bathed, shaved, and dressed in some red lingerie, but no one had come home to appreciate it.
“You’re back,” I mumbled.
I knew who it was without looking—not just because of the connection that had grown stronger between us. Elijah had a small scar on the back of his hand, as if a knife had grazed it, and it ran down over his wrist as well. I felt it as I ran my hand down his lower arm and over his hand, squeezing it in mine as I pushed myself closer to him.
“I’m so sorry, angel,” he murmured in my ear. “The meeting dragged on.”
“You’re back now,” I replied, feeling his arm tighten around me, pulling me closer.
“Yeah…” His voice sounded
