DustinThe room is quiet, save for the soft rhythm of Elita’s breathing. Her chest rises and falls beneath the sheets, her hair fanning out over my pillow like a halo, and I can’t look away.I sit at the edge of the bed, my elbows resting on my knees as I watch her. The moonlight filters through the window, casting a silvery glow over her face. Her lashes are shadows against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted, tempting in ways I can barely comprehend.She is too still, too peaceful, and I hate how much I want to ruin that peace.I lean forward, my hand gripping the edge of the bed as I watch her. Her lips are slightly parted, soft, and tempting. They have been driving me insane all night, and the craving to taste them burns hotter than ever.Leaning forward, I rest my elbows on the bed, the ache inside me intensifying with every second that passes. The urge to touch her is maddening, clawing at the edges of my self-control. I want to run my fingers along the curve of her jaw, down
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