I wasn’t sure how long we sat there, neither of us speaking.Elias’ hands were firm around me, one splayed on my hip, and the other trailing a path up my back with careful precision. His touch was warm but firm, it lit up fiery paths over my skin with each stroke.Every nerve was alive, every inch of my body craving for more, but I clamped down on it. I squeezed my thighs shut, and remained perfectly pliant in his arms because this wasn’t about ne, it was about him.My head lay nestled in the crook of his neck, my fingers curling around the hair at the nape of his neck. Every few seconds, he’d shiver and mutter something incoherent. I knew we were crossing a line, but neither one of us seemed to care so much.“Why did you come here?” he whispered, shattering the perfect silence.I was expecting the question. I knew he’d bring it up at some point, but it still came as a surprise to me. I opened my mouth to speak, trying my best to figure out a way to answer it without having to lie.“I
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