CHAPTER ONE-2
402 Words
MCNAMARA DIDN’T NOTICE she wasn’t in bed when he came out of the bathroom. Fully dressed and ready to leave, he hesitated in front of the door for a few moments, but the desire to touch her once more overrode any consideration.
He knew that he should have let her sleep, but he couldn’t just leave. He promised himself he would only kiss the top of her head and wouldn’t disturb her at all. He quietly strode to the bed and leaned down, only to find out that she wasn’t there.
Now, that surprised him. He straightened and braced his hands on his hips. He scowled and shook his head. Bryony seemed to be much more obstinate than he had thought. He shrugged and left the room, climbing down the stairs with noisy steps.
As he expected, he found her in the kitchen. She busied herself, setting the table with coffee cups and a plate filled with grilled sandwiches. He shook his head again, yet warmth spread inside his chest when he thought of her efforts.
Bryony turned to him when his steps warned her that he had come into the kitchen. They measured each other quietly for a few seconds, although Bryony expected to hear him protest against her actions any moment now.
Artair was looking at her with unreadable eyes, unsure of what he should say. It wasn’t every day a woman went out of her way to make him breakfast and especially when she didn’t get enough sleep.
He thought to thank her, yet that didn’t seem to cover what he thought and felt, so he kept his silence.
The silence stretched until Bryony decided she had had enough. She quietly waved towards the table to invite him to have his breakfast, and Artair just accepted her invitation wordlessly.
Anyway, it wasn’t as if he knew what to say to her. He didn’t have any similar experience to draw information from, and it wasn’t b****y likely he would dig something useful from his mind at that moment. His mind was blank, overwhelmed with awe.
She joined him at the table, and they sipped their coffee in companionable silence. However, he didn't understand why she drank the coffee. He knew she would go back to bed in a short while. He refrained from asking her any questions though.
He bit into one of the hot sandwiches, looking at her sideways, amazed she had gone to so much trouble for him.
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