Not property

I feel so warm and heavy. Like I’m wrapped in one of those expensive heating blankets that we use during the harshest winters. I don’t want to wake up.

My eyelids flutter as I force them open. Soft snores coming from beneath me have memories of last night flooding my brain. Elliot’s cold demeanor cut me deep. Every single time I feel as if we make progress, he takes ten steps back. But then there is Chaos, who is nothing but gentle and kind.

His words penetrate my pain like the sweetest medicine.

I’m still wrapped in his arms with my head laying against his chest. My heart swells knowing that he held me through the entire night. Glancing up, I study him. It’s not often that I get the opportunity to, so I greedily take it now.

Chaos has soft features, while still being incredibly masculine. His lips are full and plush, parted slightly to see perfectly straight, white teeth. He has a small scar near his brow that I’m curious about. Maybe I’ll ask him someday. His long, thick dar