Elion's slowly opened his eyes, the faint morning sunlight sneaking through the curtain cracks. The room was quiet, except for the soft hum of the AC and the gentle sound of someone breathing next to him. For a moment, he stayed stil. Then his gaze shifted to the figure beside him, and everything came rushing back.
Raelynn lay close to him, her face soft and peaceful in sleep. Her lashes fluttered slightly as she dreamed, her lips slightly parted. The faint rise and fall of her chest seemed to synchronize with his own breath. Elion's brows furrowed as he recalled why he'd come to her room the night before.
It wasn't because he wanted to be near her. Of course not.
