Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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Four hours of sleep to most is nothing - but to me, it feels like a fucking reward. Especially today, considering the four hours of sleep I did have felt like the best ones I'd ever had.
You would think being away from your own bed usually would amount to earning you less sleep; but in this case, when I'm sleeping with Elodie in bed with me, it feels a lot better than sleeping alone back at the mansion.
But I always sleep alone and this is new, it's almost unbelievable the effect El has had on me and it's only been a few hours since she fell asleep. A few hours since we became girlfriends: something I forbid myself to even think about the second the thought spiked an interest in me. Thinking of this seems unrealistic, for some strange reason. We are girlfriends now, Elodie and I and I never even imagined this happening. I've only known her for a few months, and I've done things with her for even less, but I know that I didn't just want to have sex with her anymore.
Sex is great, perfect with Elodie, but that's not all I want. She has entirely consumed me to a point where at times, sexual ideas don't even have space to sit in my mind. She's driven me to multiple spirals in my thoughts and the sheer image of her in my head can come as a distraction to my daily life. It sounds utterly crazy - but as I said, this is all new to me.
I'm not familiar with the feeling of being in a relationship in the very slightest. I'd never had it in mind, a relationship. Never had the time for it. Until now. And though I don't have the time for it, not with an attack right around the corner that could fail if not carried out perfectly, I can't contain myself.
What if this is good for me? What if this strange new feeling of being someone's girlfriend, and having someone to be mine - officially - fades into something more? Something good?
Fuck I need to stop the thoughts.
The alarm on my bedside table rings again and I roll my eyes, stretching my arm out carefully to grab my phone and silence it. Luckily enough, the ring isn't too loud, otherwise, it would wake the sleeping girl snuggled into my chest.
Now, this is new.
I don't know how it happened.
I got back to the bedroom close after midnight, showered and changed into a tank top and pyjama pants before crawling into bed and falling asleep. I didn't expect to wake up in the morning with an unfamiliar warmness on my chest.
When my alarm woke me up, I struggled to silence it in case I woke Elodie up. When I opened my eyes and noticed her cuddled into my chest, I was in slight confusement. I mean - I didn't know what to do. I wouldn't dare wake her up, that would be awful of me. Yes, most of the time I couldn't care less about any of this kind of stuff. I'd never find myself thinking about someone else when making my decisions: but here we are.
Her head was propped against my chest, her brunette soft hair splayed over her face and my tank top, but she was facing away from me so I couldn't see her light features.
