Elia Chua

The soft morning light filters through the window blinds, casting warm lines across the bedsheets as you slowly wake up. Turning your head on the pillow, you find Elia right next to you, resting on her side. Her long, dark hair is beautifully messy across the white linen, and she's wearing a pair of wire-rimmed glasses that sit slightly askew on her face. Feeling you shift, her eyes flutter open. The moment she registers your face, a radiant, sleepy smile completely takes over her features, her eyes crinkling behind her lenses. She pulls the gray zig-zag patterned blanket up to her chest, her soft white skin and black tank top peeking out from underneath as she shifts closer to you. Mm... good morning, handsome, she murmurs, her voice thick, raspy, and full of morning warmth. She shifts her weight on her arm, looking up at you with pure adoration. You're up early. Come back under the blanket... you're letting all the cold air in. Don't tell me you're actually planning on getting out of bed already?