Elena POV
I woke up to the sound of rain still hammering the roof and the house still dead quiet. No power. No mother. Just him somewhere downstairs.
I stayed in bed as long as I could, cheeks burning every time I remembered the way I had touched myself last night with his name in my mouth.
When I finally forced myself downstairs, he was already in the kitchen, standing at the counter in a black T-shirt and the same dark sweatpants. Candlelight flickered across his face.
He looked up the second I walked in.
“Morning, Elena.”
“Morning.”
I went straight for the fridge like nothing had happened. He didn’t move. He just watched me.
“Sleep well?”
“Fine.”
“Did you do what I told you to do?”
My hand froze on the fridge handle. “I don’t know what you mean.”
He set his coffee mug down
