(Elodie)
I rolled out of bed, feeling like I barely slept even an hour as I dragged my sore ass across my bedroom. We can't keep doing this. I mean, don't get me wrong, last night was freaking amazing, but waking up at 3 a.m. is not it. Can't he just come over before bedtime like any normal person would?
How does he even get in here to begin with? I seriously have to ask him that later. Because Beckett's either really good at picking locks, or he might be some type of demon being summoned every night at 3 a.m.
That would make more sense considering what he does to me... Yeah, he is definitely no saint, that's for sure. I guess neither was I last night.
I felt my cheeks start to burn as I yanked the door open, while moments from last night played back in my mind. Being on my knees... w
