LENA POV
We've been sleeping in the same bed since that night.
Not cuddling.
Not doing anything particularly romantic.
Just...
Sleeping.
I may have ended up using his chest as a pillow more than once but he never complained or teased me about it.
Half of the time I would wake up with his hands running through my hair and his dazzling smile clouding my brian.
And somehow that had become one of the most comforting parts of my day.
Which was probably concerning.
The guest room had quietly become ours.
Well.
Mine.
Technically.
Elias still insisted it was mine every time I called it his guest room.
I wasn't entirely sure why we kept sleeping there instead of his bedroom.
Maybe because he was trying to give me as much space as possible.
Maybe because he thought I'd feel trapped
