still needs to tell him about the shifter.
She also knows that at some point she wants to speak with Elizabeth about talking to her mother in private. This, Vivienne knows, will not be an easy thing, but it is important. Vivienne would never have gotten to talk with her mother while she was still alive, at least not with any real conversation or comprehension. Maybe this is her chance to tell her mother how she feels, at the very least.
Her bladder finally overcomes her desire to let Mikah sleep, and Vivienne squirms involuntarily.
Mikah stirs. His blue eyes meet hers and a smile spreads across his lips. Vivienne swallows the thoughts of her mother and smiles back at him.
“Good morning, beautiful.” he whispers, his voice groggy from sleep.
She smiles wider at his vulnerability. “Good morning,” she says back.
“How’d you sleep?” he says as he slowly peels himself off of her.
There is both joy at being free so she can use the bathroom and sadness at the loss of their connection.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
She blushes. “I have to use the bathroom.”
“Oh,” he says, and he pulls back to free her completely. “Sorry.” He smiles sheepishly.
She runs her finger along the bridge of his nose. “Don’t be.” She climbs out of bed and heads for the bathroom.
Weeks ago, when Vivienne crawled onto Mikah’s cot in the hospital room that night, he savored it, afraid it was a momentary weakness on her part and that it would never happen again. But this morning outshines anything he felt that night.
Her bright blue eyes, messy, bright red hair and beautiful smile stop his heart. He’d tried so hard to control himself, to not rush through being with her the first time, but being with her was exquisite in the most delicious way he could’ve ever imagined. After last night he was worried about how she’d feel toward him this morning, but she is here with him.
The morning-after bliss clouds his memory of the other events of last evening. So much happened in Elysium, but it will be dealt with tomorrow. Today he wants to spend with Vivienne, whether in bed all day or out of it. Today is their day.
He rubs his eyes, getting rid of the crusty sleep, and stretches. He looks over at the nightstand. The clock says 12:33p.m. He smiles. It has been probably ten years since he’s slept until after noon.
Vivienne steps into his field of vision and he smiles at her. Her answering smile is warm.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“Good. Still tired, but I feel great.”
“You look amazing,” he says, his hungry eyes roam over her naked form standing at the foot of the bed. He laughs a little when she realizes that she’s naked.
“Jeez, thanks for reminding me.” She scurries into the bed and under the covers.
“Never cover yourself for me. I think you’re beautiful.” He kisses her on the forehead and pulls the covers back. “My turn.”
He quickly jumps out of bed, giving her a view of his beautiful, well-sculpted ass as he disappears into the bathroom. She blushes and buries herself under the covers.
Mikah emerges from the bathroom and leans on the doorjamb, watching to see if she’ll emerge from her hiding place under the covers. When she doesn’t stir, he decides to play with her. He creeps to the foot of the bed. When he lifts up the comforter, she giggles. The sheet is still between them, but looking up her body, he can see the swell of her belly. It’s one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen.
He climbs onto the bed under the comforter and snakes his way up her body, kissing and breathing hotly through the sheet between them, and she giggles again. When he reaches her belly he kisses it, then reaches up to pull the sheet back. She helps him lower it.
Still underneath the comforter, she stares down into his beautiful blue eyes. He looks so sweet and boyish hiding under the covers, his hair all mussed up. The image