elio traced your back with his fingertip, listening to the soft sounds of you breathing. soft light began to fill the room, signaling the song of birds and the warmth of a new summer’s day. last night might have been a blur for you, but not for him, no. teeth clashing, lips connecting, hands tugging wildly at clothes that were now tossed about the room. he smiled to himself, still tracing the soft skin, hoping the gentle tickles would wake you.