Interlude
Kavielle POV
We never made it to the bedroom; we curled up on the couch together, burying ourselves in a mound of pillows. We laid face to face for hours, moving between sweet kisses and bitter tears. There was this tension building between us, but my mind wasn't ready to do that—yet.
And Drew, ever the gentleman, wouldn't feign to imply a thing.
When I awoke, he was already awake and showered; now just wearing his jeans and tank top. He smiled gently at me. "You awake over there?"
Nodding a little, an uncontrolled smile on my face. "A little."
"Good, I've been not so patiently waiting." He smiled, pulling his shirt on.
Wiping my face, I groaned, "Sorry, I guess I hadn't slept that good in a long time." He watched me carefully, just a little crack of smile at the corner of his mouth, as I twisted around, attempting to stretch.
