Leilani.
Morning did not come by quickly. In fact, it turned out to be the slowest approaching morning I've ever seen in my entire life; and as I slept within the cramped space of my car, I couldn't help but be extremely hyperactive.
Why?
Because it was impossible for me to not feel Zevran's eyes on me or the way his arm brushed against mine whenever any of us turned too much.
I could also feel his warmth, spicy and sweet drifting through the space between us, sending jolts and jolts of unnecessary tension bubbling through my veins and scorching my skin.
We suffered through the discomfort— and I say 'we' because I knew that he was suffering too— for most of the night, and when the first rays of the sun finally slipped through the sky, it became quite impossible to hide the relief from my face.
