Moving Out

The next morning, Ellie lay in her bed, just letting the events of the day before run over in her mind. This feeling of anticipation, these turbocharged butterflies jumping about inside her were so very tiring. There was a feeling of warmth inside her though, she was fighting it, and she knew without a doubt that Jasper would never keep this up. He would be back to his girls before she knew it, and even more likely now that she was moving to the river apartment. There would be no one here to keep an eye on him. Still, that was not her problem. She didn't believe anything he said to her, though she did believe what he said last night about not physically hurting her, she did believe that. 

She thought back to the kiss, and it wasn't like the one in the kitchen that had been a fighting kiss, the one on the sofa was slow, soft and lingering. Jasper murmured that she was beautiful, so beautiful. For a while, he had just held her, and she loved the warmth of his breath agains