Clara snuggled closer into the warmth of the hard body holding her close from behind. She’d woke moments earlier with a moment of confusion followed by a quick relapse of memory. She was in Las Vegas, in Elian’s condominium, in his bed and his arms were wrapped tight around her.
“Good evening,” he nuzzled her neck, his voice warm and gravelly from sleep.
“What time is it?” she whispered aware at some point he’d closed the blinds in his bedroom. The room was almost pitch black.
He lifted her wrist up and looked at her ever present watch and she giggled at the action. “I could have done that I suppose. Is it really almost six?”
“I guess so,” he wrapped his leg over her hip drawing her closer to him. “I’m not ready to get up.”
“Part of you feels like you’re already wide awake,” she smir
