I woke up with a strange warmth pressed against me, someone's head gently resting against mine. For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming. But when I slowly turned my head to the side, I froze.
Elise was there. Sleeping quietly.
Her breathing was soft, almost rhythmic, her face calm and unguarded. I blinked a few times, trying to make sense of it. We didn't fuck last night. I could've sworn she had gone to sleep in another room—on the opposite side of the house, even.
So… when the hell did she sneak into my bed?
Maybe she slipped in when I was already out cold. Maybe she just wanted to be close. Honestly, I couldn't bring myself to be against it. It wasn't uncomfortable, and if anything… it felt kind of nice.
Still, I didn't want to wake her, so I carefully shifted her head off mine, slowly easing myself out of bed. My body stretched on instinct, muscles relaxing after what had surprisingly been a damn good night's sleep.
