Fifteen minutes later, my hands were roaming Elijah's chest, creating patterns on his shirt. My head was on his shoulder as we lay on the bed in our room. We let the silence take over, enjoying each other's presence. Neither wanted to talk and with him caressing my back I didn't have any intention of moving. I wanted to spend this one hour with him, to enjoy it as much as possible. With the soothing rhythm of his breathing, my eyes closed on their own. It's exactly how I want it to be.
Just us.
His caresses stopped, hand pulling me further into him as he turned towards me. I buried my head into his hard chest, letting him envelope me whole.
"How are you feeling? "
His gruff voice shakes me from my daze. I look up at him, trailing a finger down his chin.
" I'm fine. "
I gazed into his
