Chapter 129. Frustrated

Ellis’s POV

I woke up to a beautiful morning, the kind that made you pause before moving, just to take it in. The sun streamed through the tall window, slipping past the curtains in warm, golden ribbons that stretched across the bed and climbed lazily up the walls. Dust motes floated in the air, glowing softly, and for a brief moment everything felt peaceful—too peaceful, almost unreal. I stayed still, lying on my back, staring at the ceiling as a small smile tugged at my lips, uninvited but persistent. I felt good. Not rested exactly, but lighter than I had in a long time.

My mind drifted before I could stop it, pulled back into the remnants of the dream that had woken me. Love. It was always Love. She had been there so vividly that it took me a few seconds to remind myself it wasn’t real. Her touch had been everywhere—heat, friction, fire. We were pleasuring each other, bo