The morning brought a new set of troubles. Lottie hadn’t been thinking clearly when she asked Fen to stay and was thankful he stayed on a different side of the blanket. It wasn’t terrible to continue to wake up next to him, but the frequency was getting out of hand.
Fen had intended to get up before her and sneak out of the room before she knew what happened, but of course he slept soundly and woke up far more relaxed than he usually did. The feeling of her pressed against his chest caused him to mind his breathing, keeping it slow and paced for optimum relaxation for her. Even her scent traveling from her hair into his nostrils relaxed him. Everything about her was calming, his head certainly wasn’t clear, but that inner rage and hunger that plagued him was pushed back in the darker cor
