Chapter 34: 34


    Elliot and I areying on the carpeted floor, panting fast. My head rested on Elliot’s chest. I hear his


    heart beating, feel the sweat on his chest against my cheek. I look up to Elliot and finally ask, “Elliot?”


    “Yeah?” he answers whilst panting


    “What was your childhood like? Why do you have scars?” I ask him. He looks down at me. Elliot moves


    me head a little, his body faces me and our faces are closer. From where I was, I could see how Elliot’s


    eyes had a blue hue underneath all the green. Hisshes are long and the stubble on his face has


    be my newfort zone.


    Elliot notices how I have observed him. His brow raises “What?”


    I swallow, “Nothing, it’s just I never noticed how blueish greenish your eyes are” I tell him.


    He smiles at me, “Do you like them? Do you want our children to have my eyes?”


    I roll my eyes, “Yes, to be honest and I want them to have yourshes too” I tease. Elliot smiles and


    pulls my face closer for a kiss. Iy to my side to a get a deeper kiss. My arms are around his neck to


    pull him closer to me. His lips are soft and wet, his tongue is long and supple. I easily get lost in his kiss


    every time.


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    When we pull away, Elliot touches my chin and looks deeply into my eyes. He sighs as he ces a few


    strands of my hair behind my ear, “Eli, I want to keep as safe as possible” he starts to say.


    I smile up at him, “Elliot, I know. I understand”


    “I don’t want you to feel as if I am trying to keep you in a box just-“


    “Elliot” I cut him off, “I know”


    Elliot nods and ces a kiss on my forehead. He then proceeds to ask, “So, what were you going to


    ask me?”


    “What was your childhood like? And what are the scars on your biceps?” I ask him. Elliot raises the


    other arm where his scars are. He looks at them and takes a moment, as if he’s trying to remember


    everything. The scars on his biceps were thick but did not leave any hyperpigmentation. The scars


    varied in side, some were long and some were short but none of them were darker in color than his


    skin.


    “These?” he asked without looking at me, “these are scars from when I was still a hard-headed young


    man. Nothing to tell here” he says. From the long pause he took before he told me where it came from,


    I knew he was lying. From his tone, I know he was lying. Elliot’s not good with keeping secrets, let


    alone lie to me.


    “Elliot, if you’re not ready to talk about it, it’s fine but don’t lie to me” I tell him. Elliot looks at me, his


    eyes staring deeply into mine.


    “I’ll tell you some other time, for now, just hold on to the fact that I was reckless when I was younger."


    “Elliot” I start to say but did not get to finish


    “Eli, next time, I promise”