The only upside was that I managed to sneak into Elijah's room at some point during the night so we could suffer through it together.
My eye has been twitching all morning.
Partly from lack of sleep.
Mostly because this random girl is demolishingmystrawberry Twizzlers.
The audacity.
Sassy sits on the chair opposite the sofa, tail swishing back and forth, her expression radiating pure judgment. Looks like someone else woke up grumpy today.
And it's not just me.
I’m rehearsing all day for the show, so I’m already dressed for the studio—black leotard, oversized off-the-shoulder sweatshirt slipping down one arm, legs bare except for warm-up socks and trainers. My hair is slicked straight back into a tight bun because, honestly… who has the energy to wash their hair every single day?
Definitely not me. Even if Elijah did offer, whenever he has his hands on me, I always end up on my knees for him.
“What are you staring at?” Elijah's voice comes first before I feel him, giving my backside a quick pinch.
I immediately elbow him in the ribs, jerking my head slightly toward the living room to remind him we are not alone.
“Look what she's eating,” I hissed.
He leans over my shoulder, glancing at the girl before quickly stifling a laugh.
I poke his arm. “Not funny. Imagine if it were your chocolate she was gobbling up?”
He doesn't even look remotely bothered. Instead, he just keeps smiling at me like I’m the most entertaining thing he's seen.
“I’ll buy you more,” he replies easily, his eyes brightening.
It's not the point, but I won't say no to him buying me more sweets.
“I fancy some too,” he adds, voice dropping lower as he brushes past me. “Especially when they've been in your pussy.”
The low tone of his voice sends a hot wave straight through me because he knows exactly what he does to me. He knows, and he's very clearly enjoying it.
I glare at his back as he walks toward the kitchen like he hasn't just completely undone my ability to function for the next ten minutes. I briefly consider marching over and taking my sweets back from the girl, but I’m too tired to start a war over strawberry Twizzlers.
She's very lucky.
Huffing, I trail after Elijah, leaning against the counter as he stands by the kettle, filling my coffee into a to-go cup while he makes himself a steaming hot chocolate. He's busy with work today before our trip tomorrow, and apparently, we are leaving absurdly early, so he wants an early night.
Old man.
I watch him as he moves, the way his muscles flex and shift beneath his t-shirt, making it impossible not to notice. My lips part slightly, and I can't stop imagining every little thing we’ll get up to this weekend. My stomach jumps with a mix of anticipation and need.
It's so unfair how ridiculously handsome he is. The messy hair, the overgrown stubble, the effortless pull he has on me.
He's totally ruined me for anyone else.
“You're drooling,” he teases, and I smack my hand over my mouth.
“Am not,” I argue, cheeks heating. “Just admiring the view.”
Doesn't stop me from wiping my mouth, just in case.
He chuckles, moving closer to press a soft kiss to my cheek. “I’ve got the best view,” he murmurs with a wink.
