22: Elliot Hercules Ivanov

Even with the weather being chilly, I feel warmth radiating to my body from somewhere. To seek more comfort, I wrap my arms around the warm body, enjoying the soothing vibe it gives off. I haven't been sleeping well for a while and that's why I'm surprised to be woken up to such peace and serenity. When sleep finally takes its enchanting power away from me, I open my eyes to examine the source of my comfort. A bright smile tugs at lips as I do so. However, my smile vanishes into the thin air as soon as I realise who I'm hugging right now for my dead life.

I push myself away from him abruptly, wiggling on the bed like an earthworm. Elliot's eyes fly open all of a sudden, scaring the shit out of me.

“Before you start screaming like a banshee-” His raspy morning voice tingles my skin, rubbing away the sleepiness from my body.

“-or throwing that pillow at me, or pushing me off the bed, let me tell you that you were the one who wrapped her hands around me like an octopus's tentacles and