My midsection hurt as I struggled to keep myself from falling face first into Eli. My fingers stuck to my hair to keep it from flopping in our faces. Nothing would ruin this moment for me.

Eli's lips were as smooth as butter. They melted and remolded every second as we moved in unison. I'm actually doing this. Desire coursed through my veins like morphine. So good. Kissing feels good.

Fingers sunk into my side as Eli tried to adjust me. Heavy? Am I too heavy? I pulled back, eyes wide, cheeks burnt. "Do you want me to get off? Am I too heavy?" Words fell out of my mouth as I tried to get my muddled thoughts together.

A chill grew on my back as Eli caressed my stomach. I let him explore my skin as my nipples hardened. "I'm waiting for you to show me how good of a kisser you are." I released my hair to feel his face. "You're really beautiful, you know that?" Eli murmured as he kissed my palm.

I bit back a smile and shook my head. He can't even see my face. Eli tugged on my arm until I was in kissing distance. He quickly sat up and his hands found my hips in record time. I would close the distance between us.

I wanted to feel his lips on me. We inhaled together as we lost ourselves in each other. My hands settled on his shoulders as he lifted me slightly.

Elijah began to attack my lips as his hands ravished my body. He removed my sweater and began to slide the straps down my arms. Slowly, more of my chest became exposed.

Goosebumps rose all over as my body heat was transferred to my bottom half. This was quickly remedied by Eli's warm hands. I moaned into his mouth as he pinched my nipples.

He pulled back to stare at me and I watched his eyes drift down. Cupping my breasts, he squeezed tightly as he covered my right nipple with his mouth. His teeth grazed my sensitive skin making me jolt. I mewled softly as I began to grind against him.

It was like my body knew what to do. Eli's groans vibrated across my skin. I felt him tug at my sweatpants, pulling at the drawstring.

My body lifted slightly as I allowed him to pull down my sweats. I watched as he stuck a finger in his mouth.

A breathy moan escaped my lips and Eli tenderly rubbed my clit. He showered the curvature of my breasts with kisses. "I love that sound," His low groan brought my arousal to a fever pitch. Elijah had unprecedented access to my body. My increased arousal allowed him to slide deeper into me.

I jumped slightly at the unfamiliar sensation. Elijah paused to stare, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I braced myself to continue.

Eli released my breast to guide me to his lips. Fingering me slowly, he allowed my body to adjust to his gentle touch. He hummed as I began grinding on his fingers, "I want you,"

"I'm all yours." I breathed, relishing in the attention I'd been craving since I met him.

He removed his finger from me and quickly began to unzip his own pants. He slid them down enough just to get his dick out. It was already erect and dripping precum.

Eli stroked his dick as his eyes roamed my body once more. My eyes were glued to his dick. What's going on?

"Uhh..." I trailed off, unsure of how he'd react. "I just wanted to kiss."

I just ruined everything. I was going to get dicked down by Eli and I fucking ruined it.

His face dropped in utter disappointment. "Oh."

How do you fuck up something like this?

"Sorry, I just don't—I mean I've never—" Stop talking. Shut up. Shut up!

"No, it's uh...it's cool." He nodded, his eyes darting all around the room. He hates me so much.

Elijah pulled his pants back up, still avoiding my gaze. "Are you mad?"

"I'll survive." His voice had an edge that made me doubt his words. Why did I have to open my big mouth?

"Are you sure—"

"Verona," Eli said sharply. "Can you get off me, I need to use the bathroom." He was looking at me, but his gaze was cold.

I felt a dull pain in my chest as my heart fell. I crawled off of him and he immediately left the room. The door slammed behind him and the shower was turned on. I was alone with my anxious thoughts and a pain that was slowly spreading to the rest of my body.

I should've stayed quiet. He hates me.

Ten minutes later, Elijah emerged from the bathroom and plopped down on the couch beside me. His console had turned off due to inactivity. The room was shrouded in darkness. It was silent for a long time.

———

A shrill noise woke us up the next morning. Eli was affected first, snatching my phone from my back pocket. He fumbled a bit too long, causing the alarm to wake me as well.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The sun peaked into the room and I knew it was time to get up. I pushed myself up, but I jolted at the sight of him under me. Quickly, my eyes shifted down to my pants. On my thighs.

My chest jumped as I hastily pulled the sweatpants up. Eli's head was tilted to the side as he attempted to go back to sleep. Knowing my habits, there was bound to be another wake up call in a few.

"Stop staring at me, weirdo." He mumbled.

"Did we—"

"I don't want to talk right now." Eli cut me off.

My eyes narrowed at his rude response. Did I do something to upset him? Did I say something weird last night?

Oh right, I cock blocked us.

"Are you mad at me?" A cold sweat broke out over me as my anxiety grew. I was genuinely unsure if the man hated me or not.

"No," Eli sighed with an exasperation that didn't match his usual playful character. "Can you stop trying to have a conversation with me first thing in the morning? Your loud ass alarm scared the shit out of me."

His head hadn't moved but his nostrils were flared. "Oh, I'm sorry." I said as I reached down and scooped my phone of the floor. "You don't have to be rude about it..." I mumbled as I turned off the rest of my alarms.

Eli grumbled loudly, "I would also appreciate it if you stopped talking to me with your morning breath. Please feel free to use some mouthwash." His eyes remained shut, but I could see the frustration set in his features, all the way down to his wrinkled nose.

I slapped my hand over my mouth as the sweat on my body became as hot as lava. "Sorry," I repeated frantically as I slid off of him. I sped into the bathroom, my sweat was beginning to cook me alive.

I allowed myself to cool down in the bathroom for a while before looking for the mouthwash. Does my breath stink that bad? I quickly spotted it on a shelf and got to work.

A few minutes later, I stepped out of the room. Eli was sitting up on the couch. I sat down beside him and immediately launched into the burning question on my mind. "Hey, so about last night," I started, but he gave me a sharp look.

"Look," His frown deepened. "Can we just talk at the library? I'll meet you there."

"Oh," I looked down. My cheeks flushed as tried to work through my emotions. Elijah probably hated me because of last night. "See you later," I muttered as I pushed myself off the couch.

As I reached the door he inhaled slowly and blurted, "I know what you're thinking." I turned at his sudden statement. "I'm not mad, I'm just not a morning person."

It was hard to believe after the previous night. I had given him blue balls. He definitely hates me. Regardless, I would play along. I offered a polite smile, "Okay."