Eli.
Sunlight streams onto my face, waking me from my sleep. I look at my surroundings. This isn't my bed. Emma is in front of me, with the back of her head to my face. Somehow in the night we both stretched out fully, resulting in spooning. !SPOONING! I can't breathe with her this close, even when she's asleep. She smells like vanilla, and is warm everywhere we are touching. And we are touching in a lot of places. I can't see her face, but I can tell she hasn't woken up because of her breathing. How did we end up like this? Did we unconsciously do it, or did Emma move? SPOONING. Shit. This could get awkward in so many ways.
Emma.
I feel warm arms around me. This isn't my bed. What the-- shit, I feel asleep on Eli's couch! We ended up ~spooning~ in the night. How did that even happen? I was beside him before... I hear Eli's sharp intake of breath, I can tell he's awake. I probably should get up, but I really don't want to. Does Eli know I'm awake? If he does, he hasn't said anything Suddenly, he pulls me tighter against him. Did he do that on purpose? I hope he did.
We fit together perfectly, even if it was by accident. Neither of us have said a word. Maybe I can talk to him in my head. Concentrate...nope. Oh well. I very carefully move his arms and turn around to face him, so we are nose to nose.
"Morning Handsome." I say cheekily.
"Good morning, Gorgeous." Eli replies, bumping his nose against mine.
"How did we even get in this position? I'm not complaining, but..."
"Good question. I think..." his face turns thoughtful. "That we unconsciously did it in our
sleep."
"Hmm. Interesting."
"Yeah."
"We should probably get up." I suggest.
"Probably. "
Neither of us move.
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Novela JuvenilEmma Caldwell's dream has always been to live in San Francisco. Now, she's going to university there, her favorite city. Moving day, fate brings her to Eli Binks, quite possibly the cutest and sweetest boy in the world. The world slows to a perfect...
