Heat flared up on Elijah's face with double the intensity when he recalled what had happened just a couple of hours ago.
Breakfast was left forgotten, bread still on the plate, now completely cold.
Their serious talk had wandered off course, and somehow it had ended with a kiss that grew far more heated than either of them intended.
Or perhaps it was only Elijah who thought that way, as the redhead was very eager with his skilful hands, tugging at the elastic band around Elijah's waist.
Clothes tumbled down onto the floor like a pile of discarded trash.
Elijah really wanted to smack himself.
Why did he agree to do all of that?
The redhead was audacious enough to whisper in his ear that he should 'only wear an apron' next time.
Buried deeper into his pillow, Elijah tried to escape the voice, but it slithered inside his ears like a serpent whispering dirty secrets.
