CHAPTER 23
HONEYMOON
Lillian saw Florence suppress an amused giggle as she and Nicholas entered the dining room the following morning. She had felt a tinge of regret while packing up her things and moving next door; sharing a room had kept her nightmares at bay. Florence had tried her best to gently rouse her when the fear threatened to take over and hugged her when it did.
As a common wall separated the two rooms it was not difficult to figure out why Nicholas’s sister was squirming in her seat. Her husband’s groan of spent pleasure had loudly filled their bedroom. Afterwards he had slept soundly while she lay awake, pleased with herself for so clearly satisfying him. While their lovemaking had been painful at first, she knew she would grow to enjoy it immensely.
Nicholas had woken he
