Abby rolled over, or at least she tried to. She was overly warm and all she could think about was getting away from the body that was making her feel sticky with sweat. She moved into what she had thought would be the cooler side of the bed to be met with another sleeping heat source.
She peeked one eye open, Eli lay beside her he looked so innocent when he was asleep. More like the man she was getting to know than the flirtatious rocker he played when he was on stage. She reached her hand out and brushed back one of the long tendrils of his black hair from his face, he moved almost cat-like to press his face into her palm.
She pulled her hand back and smiled, he was still deeply asleep. She turned around to look at Drake, his strong jaw was relaxed in sleep and he looked much young
