*Evangeline*
I can't sleep and it seems a waste to lie in my bed alone with my eyes open, staring at the canopy. I could at least be useful so I go to my father’s bedchamber and tell his nurse to go rest for a bit. I will wake her when I am ready to retire.
My father appears to be sleeping, but I still find comfort in holding his hand. Even if he were awake, I couldn’t tell him that I have allowed Claybourne to kiss me three times now. Claybourne’s reasons for kissing me I understand: intimidation, distraction, frustration. But my reasons for kissing him.. because I welcome his kiss, all three times to my shame and mortification…are a mystery.
It was only because I think my legs are going to buckle that I pushed him away this evening. The truth of the matter is that I had rather hoped h
