Twenty Eight

Elijah woke up to the sun shining on his face and an arm draped over his waist. He rubbed his eyes and stretched on the bed, turning over to see a half-naked Lucas next to him. A small smile made its way to his lips as he remembered the events of the previous day but a blush quickly replaced it when he remembered the previous night. Lucas was sound asleep, lightly snoring, disheveled hair that was becoming a little long now draped over his forehead and all over the pillow. Elijah thought his hair looked better long. He brought his hand up to brush the strands off his face so he could see his face more clearly. Now that it was the next morning, it felt a little embarrassing to think about what happened the previous night. It wasn't that Elijah didn't like it, it was just... weird. He had never felt so exposed in front of anyone ever before. The thought of it being Lucas made it all better though.