Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Chapter Thirty Five

His soul and mine are hungry, his hungry for something more while mine on the other hand is only hungry for his.

His every step, every movement, touch can promise all I want yet I can recieve nothing in return.

His body telling mine, he belongs to me and I only belong to him. I am his and he is mine. In the begining there was only him and I. Now here in his bed, tangled up in black sheets, I instantly draw him close.

I feel his heartbeat against my ears as if it was the same rhythm of the song he sang. The thuddering as his chest rises and falls.

His hand works it's way from my behind to my face, holding it there as he stares down at me. I look up at him and raise my head to kiss him.

With each kiss from the past, there comes a moment I  thought he was bluffing but as he kisses me after what we did. I only know one thing...he loves me dearly.

Though there is something still missing from it. Something or someone still has his attention. When we get caught off from another kiss with a knock at the door, the feeling is subsided.

Luke's voice is heard and another knock is followed, "is it free to come in?"

Elijah and I look at each other. His smile as the morning sun shines through complimenting it. He looks from me and then covers us with the huge cover, "yes," he replies to the door.

Luke opens the door and leans on the frame, kind of admiring the view in such a way of saying, 'Wow. Look at this couple. Look at their love.'

His smile fades and then he licks his lips, "there are some plans today we have, Eli. You remember right?"

Elijah's face turns to one eighty in a solid two seconds and he shifts in the bed, "do you mind leaving us for a few minutes then?"

"Do you feel weak?" Luke asks, ignoring Elijah's request, "How much did you drink last night anyway?"

Elijah shifts from the covers and grabs his boxers. He puts them on and then sits there at the edge of the bed.

"Hey Elijah say something," Luke says as he tilts his head. I look from Luke to Elijah. The muscles on his back extract and then I hear a small sigh.

Elijah shakes his head and lays down on the bed, "I wanna get drunk again. Fuck today."

Luke groans and looks back at me, "every single time he gets like this I have to take him to the doctor."

"Right. Okay," I nod and get up from the bed and Luke turns around for my privacy.  I put on my outfit quickly and then get from the door towards the kitchen, "should I call or something?"

I am in frantic because I haven't ever had to take someone to the doctor.

"Doctor?' I look at Elijah through the small door frame and yet I still see his eyes go big. He sits up and glances from Luke to I. He shakes his head, "No way."

"I already told you Eli, "Luke says , "you obviously aren't going well and maybe seeing-" he pauses, "wouldn't be a good idea at-"

"I don't need a doctor today or any day!" Elijah spats, pushing Luke away. He stumbles back and catches himself right before he can hit the floor, "I feel good. Great even. We are doing this today."

What do they have to get done today?

'No you don't?" Luke stands to his feet and cocks an eyebrow at him, "you can't even stand up after last night. This is what happens when you drink! You're weak. We need to take you to the doctor."