The air in the room remained thick, smelling of salt, musk, and the lingering scent of Elias’s cologne. Mia lay draped across the sheets, her skin flushed a deep rose, her breath still hitching in uneven intervals. Elias sat back on his heels, watching her with an intensity that made her feel stripped bare even though she was already naked.
"You're staring," Mia whispered, a small, shy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Hard not to," Elias replied, his voice a low rumble. "You look like a painting, Mia. All soft curves and ruined sheets."
Mia shifted, the friction of the fabric against her sensitized skin making her shiver. "Do you think we're crazy? I mean, really crazy?"
Elias reached out, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "Maybe. But the best things usually are. Why? D
