17 - Orientation

(Elara)

“Goodnight,” He brushed his lips across my knuckles.

I had to f.orce myself to turn around and fumble with my keys. I felt his presence behind me as I finally unlocked the door and turned back to him.

I had nothing else to say. Actually, I had a lot to say, but nothing that would even make sense. My brain was mush.

“Goodnight, Drakon,” I whispered, closing the door.

I leaned against i