Chapter Fifty-Six – Elliot
Elliot's Point of View
I practically crawl into bed, thinking about anything and everything that will calm my mini Elliot down. Seriously, my girl is a little minx. She has wound both me and Jaxon up all night, with her little touches on areas that should not be touched under a mafia don’s table!
“She was on top form tonight,” Jaxon lets out a frustrated sigh and I cannot deny that I feel his pain.
“She certainly was,” I groaned, as I rolled onto my front on the bed, trying to get my tenting boxer shorts to deflate.
“She looked a lot healthier as well, her skin was practically glowing,” my twin continues.
“Humm, I noticed. She looked amazing,” I groan, my brother is not helping me with my ‘hard’ situation.
“So how long until we can really make her our
