It was a stupid mistake—Elliot hadn’t meant to stay overnight, but it just happened. One look from you, and within seconds he was climbing into bed with you, unable to refuse. God, you put him in deep shit.

Elliot sat up, carefully moving you back onto your pillow. Once he was sure you’re still asleep, he crept and stealthily dressed. He turned back to look at you, his eyes softening. He sighs and turns to escape through the window, slowly pulling it open, not noticing your stirring.