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Chapter Eleven:

When it came time to leave New York, I wasn't ready. Despite our trip being the opposite of what I expected, I didn't want it to end. I was enjoying my time with Elijah and the city. I was learning so much about him – our relationship felt strangely domesticated here – not that I was complaining. I was falling even harder for this man… I didn't even think that was possible.

"You know… I'm going to miss this." Elijah mused, as I cuddled against him.

"Cuddling?" I guessed.

"That and having you here all the time… sleeping next to you… Just being with you… Having you with me at home… I've grown to quite enjoy this." He explained. I knew that I had asked him to clarify, so he was just answering my question, but I was floored, nonetheless. The magnitude of his words weren't lost on me. I was speechless. I didn't know how to respond to that. "You don't have to say anything, sweetheart. I was expressing how I feel." Elijah assured me, sensing my hesitance.

"It's not that I don't want to say anything; I just wasn't expecting you to say that… Honestly, though, I'll miss it, too." I admitted.

"Perhaps, we will make our sleepovers more permanent one day." He suggested. I nod down on my bottom lip, trying not to read too much into his suggestion.

"Well, you are more than welcome to say with me anytime you like." I promised him, as I repositioned myself, so I could give him a kiss.

"The same goes for you, darling. You're always welcome in my home." He returned my offer. I gave him a lazy smile.

"And you're sure that my job doesn't bother you?" I asked him, praying that his answer wouldn't change. "It isn't forever, but I can't say that I don't enjoy it. I only have two semesters of school left." I only had about a month left, until my classes started back up, again.

"Bonnie, I don't to change your life… I only want to be part of it. I accept you as you are – your job included." He vowed. How is he even this perfect? I've never met anyone like him, before in my life.

"Thank you." I breathed, not trusting my voice to say anything more.

"You don't have to thank me." He told me, sincerely.

"I know that I don't, but I want to." I replied. I wasn't expecting our conversation to get so heavy, but I was happy that it had.

"Thank me by continuing to spend at least this part of your life with me." He suggested, as he placed his hands on my hips and captured my lips with his own. I nodded against him. God, I wanted him and I have no issues staying with this wonderful specimen of a man.

"I will." I gasped. He smirked at me and drank me in.

"Good. Now, it's time that I be the one who puts on a show for you." He said. I gulped and wondered just what I had gotten myself into. He moved me onto my back and kissed me senseless, before getting off of the bed. This is new for me. I'm used to being the one who sheds some skin. I'm not sure it's ever been the other way around – at least with me.

Elijah started taking off his clothes and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Is this real life? I don't know, but I'm not about to complain. He's a literal god.

"Don't take your eyes off of me, sweetheart. I want you to see this. I hope to give you an inkling of how hot you make me, every time you dance for me." He breathed. My throat sank to my stomach and I forgot how to talk. He shed his shirt and the room instantly felt five degrees hotter. He unbuttoned his pants and started to pull them down. I drank him in and gave him my undivided attention.

"Holy shit," I gasped. He smirked and sauntered over to me. He pinned me to the bed and I forgot how to breathe. He sucked on my neck and felt me up. I moaned against him and tried to help him pull his pants off, but he wasn't having any of that.

"Patience, Miss Bennett, you know I'll take care of you, kitten." Elijah placed my arms at my sides, so I couldn't touch him. I huffed in frustration. He just smirked against me. I couldn't concentrate on what was happening. I could only concentrate on all of the things that he was making me feel. He made quick work of shedding my clothes. I had no preparation, before he was inside of me. He was making it impossible to stay quiet, not that I ever could with him.

"I'll never tire of having you." He vowed. I shivered against him.

"You never have to." I promised, as he thrust inside of me. I moaned and struggled not to touch him.

"Go ahead, sweetheart." He gave me permission. I nodded and dug my fingers into his back.

I don't think either of us were ready to go back, not really. It was nice to just get away from everything with Elijah. I think I needed it. I'm just not sure that I'm ready to give this up. I love how domesticated we've become together. Maybe we won't have to.