She lay in bed listening to rain beat against her window, the soft tinkling forming its own intricate melody gently pushing her towards sleep. Her aqua sheets fell out in waves around her. They were the color of the Pacific as it kissed the shores of the Keys. The moonlight danced over the sheets creating a light that shone like diamonds around her. She wrapped herself in them over and over, bathing in their comfort. She couldn’t get it out her mind; get him out of her mind, the way he looked at her, the way she reacted to him.
“Come here, now.” Elita stepped proudly across the room. She drew out every stride, every look, every breath. If he wanted her he was going to have to wait for it. She rested her hands on the arms of his massive chair and tentatively leaned into him. She breathed in the scent of him, fresh pine and sweat, and just below that, something richer, deeper, and intoxicating.
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