The sunlight slipped through the curtains, thin and pale, swaying as the air conditioner hummed softly. I opened my eyes slowly, only to flinch when the fabric shifted and a sharp beam hit my face.
I turned to the other side to escape the glare, only to be met by Elara's calming gaze.
She lay on her side beside me, head tilted, chin resting against her hand.
When our eyes met, her lips curved into a small smile. She opened her arms.
Still half-asleep, I didn't think and simply moved.
I shifted closer and let myself sink into her, resting my head against her arm and pressing my face into her bosom. The familiar scent wrapped around me instantly. Warm. Clean. Faintly addictive.
My mind began to drift.
I had noticed it before, but her scent really did something to me. It was like a drug—softening my edges, pulling me back toward sleep.
Last night came back to me in fragments.
