The Marvelous Elijah's Return

Whatever that was

The room was quiet for a while, and Elijah studied Bryan’s eyes, wondering if he was someone he wanted to risk the act of “mess around and find out” with at such a crucial moment in bis life 

“Understandable, and I respect your decision… But if I am not involved in some deep shit?” Bryan asked, arching a brow challengingly. Peeking at Matt again, Elijah hesitated, but when Matt twitched his brows slightly, he faced Bryan and said, “Then you got yourself a deal.” “Well, I can drink to that,” Bryan said with a small smile as he picked up Elijah’s glass and reached it out to him. 

But Matt tried to grab the glass and accidentally spilled it all over Elijah’s coat, and when he noticed that, he exclaimed, “Oh, fuck! Sorry, sir!” “It’s fine,” Elijah said, reaching over for a napkin, and patting down his shirt and pants, 

“I am sorry. I should have known better than to serve you a glass of wine that has been pulled without your presence.” Bryan apologized quickly, feeling glad that it was a clear wine and it didn’t leave a nasty stain on the jacket. 

Scowling at Bryan, Matt narrowed his eyes at him and said, “I am glad you know… I am sorry, but for security reasons, I can’t let you serve him anything not sealed or properly labeled, sir.” 

Knowing exactly what Matt was talking about, Bryan nodded, understanding that the fact he knew Elijah’s real identity made him a potential threat, and it was going to take time for that to change, and things to ease between them. 

That is why he didn’t want to be honest with Elijah at first because he feared that he would be less trusted. 

But that didn’t bother Bryan because he knew nothing satisfactory happens without effort, lots of sweat, tears, and blood, and that is why he had to be sincere. After all, in it all, trust is the most important element. 

“I should get home. I hate how I stink with the scent of alcohol.” Elijah mumbled after a few seconds of awkward silence. 

Then he stood from the leather couch and said, “Thank you for having me, Bryan. It’s somewhat a relief to know your reason for wanting to help me.” 

“Will this meeting be the last of its kind?” Bryan asked and leaned back in his seat, feeling worried. 

before nodding slowly, saying, “I hope it

and shook it, and said, “Goodbye for now.” With her head resting on the counter, Peach looked at the wall clock in

trying to stop thinking about Elijah and how it was getting dark outside, but her mind was racing with thoughts of him, even though she waited for it to stop because it

a crush on Elijah… A crushi… It started as a small and

and stronger every

control it. It had taken a hold of her life, making her forget that he just got divorced… that he’s her cousin’s ex-husband, that it had

is something that scared her. She was afraid of rejection. Her mother was right. Rushing into something would only

do I make my heart understand that though?” Peach whispered, covering her face with her

but then the smell of strong alcohol aroma on Elijah made her frown and furrowed her eyebrows as she thought, “He’s drunk?” “Hey, Peach,” Matt said, walking off, leaving the both

said with a weak

off, leaving Peach pouting after him as she

to his room, Elijah got undressed and headed to the shower to wash the smell of alcohol off him before getting

in bed, a knock on his door made Elijah frown slightly, walking away from his bedside

looking at him, holding a

might suffer from a hangover tomorrow if you don’t take some pills to help with the headache,” Peach informed him, handing him the bottle of water and the pills. But Elijah didn’t accept it and just stared into her eyes for what felt like forever to Peach, and she nervously smiled awkwardly, mumbling, “What? Do I have something on my face?” “How can you be a filthy rock, when when I look into your eyes all I see is diamonds,” Elijah whispered, not taking his gaze off her as she blinked repeatedly, wondering what was happening ‘Is he drunk talking?’ Peach thought, shaking her head and smiling, but she was still nervous. But her eyes suddenly widened when Elijah rested his palm on her cheek, his gaze still locked onto hers, and he slowly leaned closer until their lips were only inches apart. Feeling his breath touching her pinkish lips, Peach could feel her heart beating fast and her breathing getting heavier and her palms becoming

his breath didn’t reek of alcohol, and she whispered, “You are not drunk, are you?” When Elijah slowly shook his head, Peach subconsciously tiptoed to meet his lips and claimed them, tasting his mouth with her tongue, and as she kissed him passionately, Elijah wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her

from her hands along with the

whispered, realizing what she had done, and lowering her head

chin in his hand and lifted her head so they could meet each other’s eyes, and as their gazes met, Elijah didn’t hold back and pulled her close by her hips, his

them at any second. But Peach wasn’t caring, because his kisses were making her dizzy, and she could taste the faint traces of mint on his tongue, and she knew