Ayla's POV
I stayed still, Elena pinned beneath me, without really thinking. My chest rose and fell with hers, and for some reason I could not bring myself to move. My mind was a mess, replaying everything that had happened tonight. The way she had pulled me away from Ahmad like she was jealous. The way she swayed outside the banquet. The way she leaned into me during the drive. The confession she had whispered while half asleep. And now this closeness, this warmth. It was dizzying.
Still lying on top of her, my eyes fell on her, admiring her, tracing the curve of her jaw and the softness in her features. Those hairs of hers, one of the things I had loved about her during those days, now fell across her face. My eyes lingered on her lips, round, curvy, and impossible to ignore, like they were calling mine, and like magic, mine responded.
Being this close to her made me realize how much I had missed her.
