Next Morning...
Eleanor had her arms warped around Aaran as she let her head rest upon his bare chest. All her thoughts that weren't about him stopped, as if her heart had taken over the head when they were close.
The next moment she squeezed his body as if she needed to check he was there with her, to see if it was all real and not a dream. And real it was. Aaran was lying next to her, in body and soul. She doubted anyone else ever felt the way she did.
She slowly caressed his face while he slept like a baby.
"Do you really have to leave…?" She sighed.
Eleanor thought one night with him would be enough. Only after the passionate night did she realize that one night had lit her heart on fire. Even now, she wanted more.
"We both know I have to," Aaran replied.
