The living room felt warm and quiet, the morning sun slanting through the tall windows and painting soft golden patches on the cream couch. Elizabeth was still straddled on my lap, her thighs hugging my hips, her sweater loose and slipping off one shoulder. Her hands rested gently on my cheeks, thumbs brushing my skin like she was holding something fragile. Our faces were close, close enough that I could see the tiny flecks of green in her eyes and the faint freckles across her nose.
"Promise me…" she said softly, her voice low and serious.
"Hmm? What?" I asked, looking straight into both of her eyes, trying to read what was coming next.
She didn't answer right away. She just held my gaze, her ass resting soft and warm on my groin, but the weight of her words felt heavier than her body. I could feel her heartbeat through the thin layers between us steady, but a little faster than usual.
