you twisted your finger around a strand of Elvis’ hair as you laid in his bed with his head on your chest. the soft sound of the radio playing in the background. you and Elvis were not anything exclusive because he didnt want you in the mess of hollywoods spotlight with him, and rather have you In Hollywoods spotlight by yourself, since he knew it would get even crazier if he was seen with you. Elvis liked to keep you to himself. but you desperately wanted to be with him, publicly.