Morning sucked.
Draven woke up. Elise was on top of him. Like. Literally on top. Her body pressed against his. One leg between his. Arm across his chest. Face in his neck. Breathing soft.
Warm. Nice. But he had to piss.
"Fuck." Quiet. Didn't wanna wake her.
Too late. She moved. "Mmm. Time?"
"Early. Six maybe."
"Too early." Her arm got tighter. "Stay."
"Gotta piss."
"Ugh. Fine." She rolled off. *Rustle.* Took all the blankets with her. "Come back though."
"Yeah."
Draven got up. *Thump.* Feet on cold floor. Stretched. His body hurt. Good hurt. Last night was... a lot. Worth it though.
Bathroom. Pissed. Washed his face. *Splash splash.* Cold water woke him up some.
Looked in the mirror.
Same face. Black hair kinda messy. Purple eyes with that dark void shit in the middle. Looked young. Eighteen. But also looked dangerous somehow. Like something was wrong with him.
