Chapter 21

I hear Elliot clattering around in the kitchen while I re-dress myself. I braid my hair to the side and it falls down across my chest, lightly brushing against my breast. I stretch and wiggle my toes against the carpet beneath them, regaining my balance before exiting the bedroom. Elliot stands at the kitchen counter cutting up lettuce for a salad, a smile plastered on his face. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him and resting my head against his back.

"Hi," he hums, continuing to prepare food.

"Hi.," I mutter into the fabric of his shirt. "How was work this week?"

"Busy, worked too many odd hours, that's for sure." He groans.

I pull away from him and lift myself up onto the counter, holding onto the edge of it and lightly kicking my legs back and forth out in front of me.

"Well, thank god it's the weekend. I have no intention of doing anything productive for the next two days."

Elliot laughs. "Do you mind if I join you for these unproductive day