ELIANA.

Beneath the canvas of the night sky, Denver's chest was lightly bathed in an ethereal silvery glow. We laid side by side with my head upon his chest and my fingers circling around the tattoos on his skin.

With an arm around my shoulders which fell down my back, Denver pulled me closer to him as if the space wasn't non-existent between us again. I wasn't complaining, like I said I wanted nothing more than to remain in his arms. Forever.

As his distinct raspberry ...