Obsession||BWWM

II. Elijah's...

Continuation

Adrian and Rebecca on the side.

Nadia blinked her eyes open the next morning, squinting just a bit at the bright light seeping through the curtains. A massive pounding headache erupted inside her head, her limbs too sore and body too weak to move. Regardless, she managed to smile at the memory of the night before, shivering at the thought alone.

Elijah's hands.

Elijah's lips.

Elijah's tongue.

The unfamiliar, yet alluring, scent that is Elijah engulfed her entirely. She looked to her side to see his head buried in a pillow, his arm lazily thrown over her waist.

His hair looked even messier than it had been the night before. Her eyes trailed down his shirtless back, defined muscles begging to be touched. The comforter stopping just below his waist, putting a halt to her wandering eyes.

Elijah mumbled something incoherent, turning around to face her, pulling her closer to his chest. Nadia couldn't help the small smile that made its way onto her face, swooning over such a small gesture.

But, a frown quickly replaced it once she realized she had somewhere to be. Panic exploded through her as she read the side table clock. Nadia slid out of bed, her muscles aching in protest, carefully taking his arms off from around her and laying it on top of a pillow instead.

It took a while to gather all her clothes, considering half of them ended up in the oddest places. She hurriedly put on her clothes and shoes, but remained bra-less - that being the one item of clothing Nadia couldn't find.

When it was finally put on, Nadia came to realize the shirt she donned wasn't hers, but his. She had very little time on her hands, so she let it be.

If only she could stay in his arms.

Shaking the thought out of her head, Nadia settled for writing hin a quick note and put it on the night stand.

Quickly, with one last glance Elijah's way, Nadia left his bedroom and exited his home. She looked around the area in confusion, completely clueless as to where she was.

There was no time to waste, she had work in less than an hour. Nadia pulled out her phone and called a cab. About ten or so minutes later, one drove up to her and she got in, reciting her address to the driver with a thank you.

She slumped against the seat as the man started driving off, running her hand through her knotted hair. Nadia probably looked like a hot mess right now, but she didn't care.

Her eyes slowly closed, Nadia's mind once again trailing back to last night with a content sigh.

Elijah's cock.

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Elijah felt around the empty space in his bed, brows furrowed in confusion. He looked all around the room, but there was no sign of her. His only real way of knowing last night wasn't some dream was the discarded condom in the dust bin. And, of course, that undeniably blissful feeling he had at the moment.

If he at least woke up before her.

With a sigh, Elijah let his thoughts trail off as he mustered up enough strength to get up off the bed, letting out a yawn. He extended one arm in a stretch and rubbed his tired eyes with the other.