Brewing Them

Chapter 70

Sunlight streamed in from the windows, casting brightly over my eyes. A soft murmur escaped my throat before I moved my head over Elijah's chest and opened my eyes. My fingers, inches away from my face, rested over his chest and I drew a few circles while trying to make sense of everything.

It wasn't like I had forgotten anything but the enchanted flowers had suppressed that part of my mind where I remained constantly anxious.

I was bare beneath the sheets, a little sore even, but that didn't matter. Did it?

My head rose and I glanced at Elijah who was soundlessly asleep, without a single care in the world. At the same time, I processed all the ink over his body, from his neck to his lower.

It was a lot.

I slowly slipped out of the bed, being careful not to wake Elijah, and grabbed my robe before heading to the bathroom. As I washed my face over the old, gold sink, memories of last night flooded my mind. The enchanted flowers, the laughter, the magic and finally, the intimacy.

It was all so surreal. I didn't want to believe that I had actually slept with him.

With Elijah.

It made me frustrated, not disappointed.

After denying myself for so long, I easily gave into him at the first opportunity I got. Part of me wanted to blame Elijah for being so tempting, but I knew deep down that it was my own weakness that had led me to the bed with him.

Stepping out, I picked my clothes off the ground and began wearing them before nearing Elijah. Picking up a pillow, I slammed it against him, forcing him to wake up and join my confusion.

He grumbled and opened his eyes, blinking several times before focusing on me. "What's wrong?"

"I—" A thousand things. How could I possibly explain the mix of pleasure, confusion and fear that was running through me? "We're getting late. It's late. Get up. Dion's probably going to be on his way over to your house, and I don't want him to know that I got high and then got fucked."

"You let me." He turned around, and closed his eyes after murmuring three little words.

I panicked even more. "Get up, get up, get up." I screamed, pushing him off the bedding till he was on the solid cold ground.

I couldn't let him be in peace when I was feeling so conflicted inside. I wanted him to feel the same, but I doubted he would.

My head lowered to him, watching him fumble with the sheets and at the same time, I caught a glimpse of his—

"Apologies. Morning wood."

I turned away and tried to ignore the elephant in the room by looking outside from the window and taking in the beautiful scenery of the magical garden that we were still in. It took Elijah a lot of time to pick himself up from the ground and dress up.

I could hear him shuffling for the next ten minutes. Once there was silence, my brows furrowed, but I still didn't turn around. If I saw it—him again, the morning was surely going to be extended and there was no way we could leave from here.

A hand pressed against the glass window in front of me and before I turned around, another one came on the other side, trapping me.

"Struggling?" Elijah whispered, lowering his head between my neck.

I blew out a warm breath and closed my eyes. "It was a mistake."

"Are you sure about that?"

My back pressed against his body and the hair over my body rose again in response. Despite my hesitation, I couldn't deny the way he made me feel—completely and utterly out of control.