Elara
I woke up the next morning feeling like I'd been run over by a truck.
My whole body ached. My thighs, my back, even my damn wrists.
Dominic had kept me up way too late.
I felt the bed shift behind me. He was awake.
I quickly turned onto my side, facing away from him. I buried myself deeper into the blankets. Maybe if I pretended to be asleep, he'd leave me alone.
No such luck.
Warm breath ghosted across the back of my neck. "You're awake," Dominic said, his voice still rough with sleep. "It's Saturday. Want to get up?"
I pulled the blanket over my head and scooted away from him. "You get up. I need more sleep."
"Alright." There was a pause, then his hand slid over my hip. "Want me to massage your waist? I know it must be sore."
My leg shot out backward
