T W E N T Y - F O U R

ELIZABETH.

My eyes flutter open and I let out a quiet yawn before turning on my side to see James sleeping peacefully with one hand behind his head and the other draped over his stomach.

I haven’t been to my room since our parents left yesterday. We joked around in the living room, played in the kitchen before we retired to his, then kissed each other like it’s the last thing we’ll do on this earth on his bed. We kissed till our lips were bruised and we couldn’t feel each other mouth anymore and our bodies tire out. Then I fell asleep in his arms. It’s just a night without our parents, but everything is already amazing.

I smile and extend my hand, then press my face against it as I listen to the small, almost silent sounds that leave his mouth. My gaze darts to his lips and I extend my other hand to his mouth; my thumb caressing his lower lip.

He must have felt the touch because his body jerks a bit, a grumble leaving his mouth before the rhythm of him sound asleep follows.

I let