Elion woke gently, warm sunlight spilling across his closed eyelids. He stirred, savoring the heavy, comforting weight draped around his waistβHoldenβs arm, secure and possessive, holding him close even in sleep.
He allowed himself a secretive smile, breathing slowly, evenly, hoping to keep this quiet moment going just a little bit longer.
βStop pretending to sleep,β Holden murmured lazily from behind him, lips brushing Elionβs shoulder. βI can hear you thinking.β
Elion laughed so