Charged By Night?

Dom wasn’t used to this feeling.

Elena lay draped over him, her breathing soft, her body warm against his. He should have moved, should have woken her up, told her to leave—but he didn’t. Instead, he just stared at the ceiling, one arm resting lazily over her back, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest.

He had no idea when he started developing a conscience, but it was fucking annoying.