NIRELLE
I try to get out of bed again, but it is all futile as he pulls me back, and my head falls gently to the pillow, and a light squeak escapes my mouth.
"Why are you so eager to leave the bed?" He asked, and I don't have an answer to his question, but I don't like it. "You are trying to run from me?" he asked again, and I shook my head slightly. He props himself on his elbow so he can look at me, brushing away the hair from my face.
"Can't I make it back to my room?" I felt self-conscious about the linen nightdress I was wearing. When I had walked here last night, I did not think I would sleep over or even wake up the next morning with him by my side.
"Why?"
"I want to change," I whisper, trying to keep my voice as low as I can. He looks down at my body and then up at my face.
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