Ellie’s pov
Late that same night the house felt quieter than ever after the long wedding day.
I could not lie in bed any longer with my mind racing so I slipped on just an oversized t-shirt that barely reached my thighs and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water.
The fabric felt soft against my skin and I knew it was risky but the pull to see Marcus again was too strong to ignore.
He was already there standing by the counter in his boxers looking like he had the same trouble sleeping.
His broad shoulders caught the dim light from the hallway and I felt that familiar flutter in my stomach.
“You Can't sleep either huh?” I asked softly, stepping into the room. My bare feet made little sound on the tile floor.
He turned around slowly and his eyes widened for a moment when he sa
