That night, Selene looked into the master bedroom and shook her head. “Can we sleep somewhere else tonight, please? I'll never be able to rest in here. It feels like someone's watching.”
“Sure.” He led her to the guest room, which was made up for when his parents stayed over. He had kept his hands off Selene all day, but he had to stop avoiding her now. If I don't touch her at bedtime, she's sure to notice, and getting caught trying to hide something would be worse than just telling her.
He tucked her into bed and snuggled her close. This is the hardest part, trying to relax, knowing someone violated our privacy in such a terrible way.
“I have to tell you something, baby,” he murmured into her hair.
“Something bad?”
“Yes.” He stroked her braid.
“Tell me.”
Brandon swallowed hard. “He
