Catherine's POV
"How are you feeling now?" He asked as he progressed towards me, his eyes fixed on me and every jerky movement I made.
"I...I'm, I think I'm..." I stuttered, breathing heavily, I suddenly felt exposed and I was quick to pull my dress down, my heart beating so fast I thought it would leap out of my mouth.
"I'm sorry." He said gently, taking a seat on the chair beside me and God was I not surprised.
What's he sorry for?
I should be apologizing for using him in a very inappropriate way... What was I thinking?!
We stared at each other for the fewest seconds before he ripped his eyes away from me. He looked towards my bedside table, extended his long arm, took the baby's bottle filled with water, and extended it to me, "Here, take this, you'll be fine." He muttered and I
