Chapter Eighteen
Sarai woke the next morning. The grumbling of her stomach woke her before her alarm clock.
She’d spent the day with Reed watching Doctor Who, then movies, at some point she’d fallen asleep. She vaguely remembered Reed leading her to her bedroom. She clearly remembered the feel of his lips on her forehead.
She was so tired that she couldn’t lift her arms to bring him under the covers with her because that was certainly her dream; staying in bed all day and night with her husband. But neither of them were ready for that. Sarai wasn’t sure she’d ever be ready to be completely bare in front of her husband in body or soul.
He’d told her she was perfect to him. He’d called her beautiful inside and out. It wasn’t the first time he’d said that to her. The more he said it the m
