He laughed slightly, turning his head. "That was cheesy, but I love it." *** She was on his arm, holding gently as they got in, by which she let go, going to change into pajamas.
She laughed too, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just literally meant that you have my heart.” *** He flopped back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Actually, it's been in here for the last three months since I've been in jail." *** She got dressed and slipped into bed, stretching out.
He pointed to his bag. "Still in there." *** She looked down at him, running a hand through his hair.
She looked over her shoulder before nodding, burying her face in his chest. “I see.” *** “Are you goin’ to sleep?”
She kissed a line along his chest, her hands creeping over to rub his back. *** He sat up slightly, looking down at her with a squint. Finally, he sighed, sitting up and pulling off his shirt, getting into the bed.
She watched him for a moment before closing her eyes, drifting off soon after. * * * He looked over at her for a moment, his eyes soft if not somewhat glassy. He reached over, his hand cupping her jaw. "They're like starlight."
He was still asleep the next morning, his arms around her. *** She flushed, watching him intensely. Slowly, she reached up, her hand brushing his chest. "It is."
She had turned around in her sleep, but her back was pressed against his chest, his arms around her waist. The door flew open, with Tristan striding in, his face stormy. * * * He watched her thoughtfully, his face sweet and earnest, before he reached up and kissed her slowly.
Xavier woke easily, quickly sitting up with extremely wary eyes. *** She kissed him back with no hesitation, her hand on his neck.
Ellie also woke, blinking blearily as she looked over at Tristan. "What... what are you doing?" "He shouldn't be in here with you, Eleanor," he said sharply. "He is still a suspect." * * * He deepened the kiss, his hand coming up to run through her hair.
"I didn't do it," he said lowly. "If I did I would have hung." *** Her blush deepened as she relaxed under his touch, her lips soft.
"She freed you. That means nothing other than she's foolish." He reached down, grabbing Xavier's arm, but Ellie slapped his hand, placing an arm over Xavier's chest protectively. "No, he's staying here." * * * He pulled away after a moment, their lips brushing each others. "Well, then."
Xavier was watching Tristan with caution. "It wasn't me." *** She was watching him starry eyed. "That was good."
Tristan was watching him, but his gaze slowly slid to Ellie. He was silent before he spoke, his voice poisonous. "I hope you know what you're doing, your highness." She glared, but said nothing. * * * He laughed slightly, leaning down and kissing a line along her jaw gently. "Was it?"
