"He definitely wants to sleep with you," he taunts.
"Excuse me?" I look at him weirdly, "What are you even talking about."
"The way he touched your arm. That's what people do when they wanna fuck someone." He looks down at his paper and continues to...
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I'm sitting against my headboard reading my romance book. My favorite genre.
"Whatcha reading?"
I look up to see Elijah sitting on the edge of my bed.
Confused, I quickly shut my book. "Nothing," I say with my brows furrowed.
He slowly smiles and takes the book out of my hands. I panic as he opens it to the page I was just on. Elijah's smile gets wider as he reads the smut on the paper while my heart beats faster.
Gradually, his eyes meet mine before looking me up and down. "Do you want to recreate it?"
My jaw drops. "What?" I breathe.
He slowly trails his fingers up my legs until they reach my thighs. I gasp as he grips them and pulls me towards him, making me straddle his lap.
Elijah tucks my hair behind my ear. "You're so pretty, my love," he whispers against my neck before slowly kissing it.
I lean my head back to give him better access. I have no idea what's happening but I'm enjoying it very much.
I feel him suck and my lips part in pleasure. He kisses lower down to my collarbone then to my cleavage peaking out of my tank top. Elijah's hands roam my body as he kneads at whatever skin he can find. He put his hands under my top and rubs my lower back before laying me down on my bed and climbing on top of me.
"Are you okay with this?" Elijah breathes, lips inches away from mine.
I eagerly nod. Is this really happening?
"I need words, Quinn."
"Absolutely," I whisper.
As soon as my word is finished, his soft pink lips crash onto mine. I wrap my arms around his neck as he holds his weight up next to my head. I smile as he just smothers me in kisses, my face, my neck, my chest, my stomach, my thighs.
That is until I wake up.
I quickly sit up in my bed. I look around with wide eyes as I relive whatever the hell was just in my head.
What. Just. Happened.
Of course, I've dreamed of Elijah before, but notin that context. Did I do something? Did my brain gears switch? Please switch back brain.
I'm definitely taking this to my grave.
I check the time and it's ten in the morning. I groan knowing I could've slept longer if it weren't for Mr. Know-It-All and his sweet kisses.
