In the bedroom he strips off his robe, dropping it on the wooden chest before getting into bed. He has no qualms about being naked. I stand there, knowing I’m supposed to join him. If I sleep by the fire again, that would be rude. If I sleep in his bed will he expect more than just holding me?
What do I want?
I want to go back to yesterday and stop Sawle before he can get us in this mess. I want to be anywhere but here.
If I sleep by the fire, Indiz will just pick me up when I fall asleep. His bed is more comfortable than the floor. And warmer. I take off my boots and coats and walk over to the bed.
“No day clothes in bed.” He’s propped on his side waiting for me to slide in next to him.
Usually I’d agree about the clothes, but I need the layers between us. Not because I don’t trust him. But because what if I start to like him too much? He rescued me, he cooks,, and he’s doing everything he can to make me comfortable while I’m stuck here.
The fear that I will be stuck here forever is growing. I have to keep hoping. For how long did I hope before giving in?
I undo my flight suit and peel it off. It needs washing. I need washing. The lake downstairs is as tempting as it is terrifying.
Once again, I leave my bra and panties on and I leave a gap between us even though I know during the night I’ll end up curled in his arms like it’s where I belong.
