The snow falls in hard sheets of white outside the window and makes me wish this fireplace wasn't blocked off. I can't wait to get a small apartment around here one day. Lexi is gone. A note on the mini fridge says she went to the movies with Asher. Elijah emerges from thin air and I wonder if I'll ever get used to that. I lean my forehead against the cool glass and Elijah glides up behind me and nuzzles my neck with his barely there stubble.
"Sam's thinking about ending things with me."
"What do you want him to do ideally?"
"It's hard to just let him go, but maybe it's for the best. I love you."
"I love you too. There is no rush to get out of his life for good. I think he needs you to help him through this time even though I know it’s hard on you."
He presses his full lips into the base of my neck and peppers the length of my neck with soft kisses. “And you need me to get you into a better mood,” he says in a low tone. I turn and face him wanting nothing more than to enjoy this moment alone with him.
Elijah's mouth hovers over mine for an eternity, teasing me with every hot breath. His lips curve up to reveal a devilish smile hiding underneath. I try and kiss him but he moves just out of my reach, his dimples ignite deep as wells in his cheeks as he does.
Oh it's on now. I grab the belt loops of his jeans and pull him in so that our hips are touching. His smile dissipates, replaced by a fiery gleam of desire of the most rudimentary kind sparkling in his eyes. I brush my nails up his back in slow swirls. I stand on my toes and let my own hot breath out next to his ear as if I was just going to whisper a secret. His body ticks even closer in response.
A second later, he's picks me up so that my legs are wrapped around his waist and he sears his molten lips over mine seeking out carnal revenge. His kiss goes on for miles, pulling me in deeper until I can't make out which way is up or down.
His warm spiced scent makes its way into my senses and incapacitates me. I love that trick of his. Elijah could make days disappear when he does that. I wouldn't care if we ever came up for air or food, it's like indulging in chocolate while drinking fine wine, and swimming with dolphins and hugging your favorite teddy all while cocooned in the arms of the sexiest man on the planet. Hell universe for that matter. Elijah's brand of drug would be illegal in all fifty states combined.
I pull his sweater off and run my hands down his steaming chest. His skin is so buttery soft. My fingers trace along the faintest of scars. Elijah's chest bears an expansive scar that resembles a sprawling Live Oak tree stark of leaves for winter. The faint white lines shimmer under the dew of his skin resembling a tattoo in white ink. I ease down from his waist and kiss the epicenter of the once grave wound. He hisses out a breath.
"Does it hurt?"
"Far from it," he breathes out. "You take all my pain away."
“Funny, I could say the same about you.” I smile up just as Elijah nibbles on my bottom lip with his teeth. That night Elijah helps me forget all my pain and worries just by being himself. I end up asleep on his chest while the late night news drones out over the television, just like old times.
