The night's sleep had gone relatively well, despite Eleanor's overwhelming nervousness.
I had teased her a little before settling in, but I made sure not to touch her, keeping a respectful distance on the creaking mattress so she could finally relax.
Leilah was present as well, sleeping silently on the nearby sofa. And she was still wearing that mask. I was curious about what was so terribly wrong, or perhaps so extraordinary, that she felt compelled to hide her face behind it every single moment.
Regardless of the tension, we had managed to sleep for a solid few hours.
I was the first to stir. When I turned my gaze, I found Eleanor still sound asleep beside me, her soft pink lips parted ever so slightly. The woman was almost unfairly beautiful, and I had seen more than my fair share of beautiful women in my life.
