“Okay…” I looked at him, wondering if he felt all this tension in the room.
He nodded before he took a small step toward me and hugged me again. What was happening? I hugged him back, and as he pulled away, he kissed my forehead.
“No more Nate.”
I nodded as he let go and disappeared into his room. I stayed where I was, aching for a kiss he hadn’t given me, one I shouldn’t have wanted. My chest tightened as I finally lay down, forcing myself to breathe.
This meant nothing.
Or at least, that’s what I told myself as sleep refused to come.
Chapter 7
Elowyn
The sound of thunder outside had my eyes slowly cracking open. Gods, I grabbed my head as it pounded. The rain was hitting the roof and making the most peaceful noise, but my hangover was not enjoying it. Lightning scattered across the sky, lighting up the house.
A movement from the side had me jumping. Abram was sitting in a chair, staring at me. How long had he been sitting there?
“Can I help you?” I asked with an attitude.
His lips pulled into a small smile.
“Do you have plans today?” he asked.
I winced at the sound of his voice.
“Sleeping off this hangover.” I groaned.
Abe chuckled softly.
“I want to spend the day with you, but I wasn’t sure if you had plans.”
I stilled—unsure if I had heard him correctly. Slowly, I glanced at him and realized he was not dressed like he normally was. Hewas in casual trousers and no shirt. Hewantedto spend time with me.
“I went to the market this morning and got some food for us to make and retry last night's disaster.”
I sat up, and Abram’s eyes immediately fell to look over me before he seemed to catch himself. My head turned toward the kitchen and smiled when I saw that he had all the same things I made.
“Wait—what time of day is it?”
I looked out the window, but it was dark from the storm.
“Past lunch, closer to evening.”
“I slept most of the day?” I looked at Abe, who was smiling. “I’ve never slept this long in my life.”
“Maybe the drinks you had last night were all you needed to get some good rest.”
My cheeks immediately burned as bits and pieces of last night came back, but then I shifted uncomfortably as images of the dreams I was having about Abram last night came back to me. Maybe my mind wanted to sleep longer so we could keep kissing and touching him in our sleep.
“Why are you blushing?” he asked.
I tensed.
“Oh, just embarrassed,” I lied.
“Don’t worry,wife;you didn’t do anything embarrassing.”
