It was late at night. Even though my body ached from serving customers all day, it felt like a waste to spend the rest of my free time sleeping—especially now that Elara was finally home.
We were stretched out on the sofa together while an old movie played softly in the background.
Of course, I reached for my phone first. Elara liked to nag me about my "serious addiction," but I had to log in if I wanted to collect the daily reward.
I lay sprawled with my feet resting against her thigh, my thumbs tapping away at the screen.
My favorite was still a simple puzzle game—matching three characters in a row and watching them pop like balloons was the perfect way to clear my head after a long shift.
"Ouch!"
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot up from my ankle. There was only one possible culprit.
I frowned deeply and twisted around.
Elara, utterly shameless, was grinning as she held my ankle, rubbing her lips over the spot she had just nipped.
