"Adam," her voice, smooth as honey filtered through his ears.
'Eve?' He questioned as his eyelids lift to reveal the blues of his eyes.
Blinking in the ceiling fan spinning to cool the room, the yellow hue of the light flickered slowly. A warm hand landed on his forehead and he turned to the person. Long black hair flowed down her shoulders, tickling his right cheek. Eyes so clear and filled with love was aimed at him and that made his heart full.
'This isn't the imposter… she only had lust in her eyes, but this person…' he felt his heart tremor, 'Eve…'
"You were sleeping for a while," he watched her red lips moved, "Are you feeling better?"
He blinked more as if she were a figment of her imagination, but with every minute that passed… she was still there. She was here.
"Eve," the blonde whispered hoarsely as he tried lifting his fingers to touch her face, feel those smooth skin against his.
