Little snake

The image was taken as though there was a third party with them when they were at it. It was simply a conundrum because no one had been inside the bedroom apart from the two of them.

‘It seems you and J are getting comfortable, perhaps a bit too comfy?’ was the message that accompanied the picture.

Elsida’s gaze roamed the room hysterically as she searched for any telltale sign of the culprit, she was convinced there was a camera somewhere and her heart palpitated against her ribcage from the thought of being watched.

The door to the room clicked open and Elsida’s body met with the headboard as she inched backward, piling the duvet over her naked body as fear coursed through her bones.

She let out a heavy sigh of relief when she realized it was Julien.

Julien stalks into the bedroom, a sweaty mess clad in sports shorts and a white t-shirt that hits his muscles tightly.

He stops in his tracks as he takes in Elsida’s frazzled state, “What happened to you El?” he asks his gaze making a c