** Eli **
"… Oh." Harper was the first to recover from whatever dazed state it was that they both got stuck in. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she looked down between them and … saw the dark mark of a fresh wet patch on his boxers. "My goodness … D-Did we just … But how … What …"
Yeah, precisely the profound questions in his own head right now.
"I suppose … unresolved sexual tension doesn't age well overnight?" Eli opted for something snarky, in the hopes that it'd cover up his embarrassment for making such a scene out of himself for the Nth time that night. Rolling onto his back, he put some much needed distance between them and took a deep breath, trying to calm his still thrashing heart.
Fuck. People say that the right woman in your arms is supposed to work like a sleeping pill, calming and lulling you all the way through dreamless slumber. But how come this one in his bed felt more like … a little blue pill??
