*Barkley*
As we stroll toward the lake, I ponder how earlier I’d thought she’d never get out of that blasted bed. A strange thought considering all my effort to get her into the damned thing. But I’m anxious to be with her again this morning, contemplating returning to her bed at dawn but deciding she isn’t quite ready to spend every hour of every day with me in the boudoir. And so I contented myself with prowling through my bedchamber until I finally heard movement on the other side of my wall.
In spite of the fact that I had been well and truly sated, I have not slept well. My arms feel incredibly empty after holding her. I was chilled lying in my bed without the press of her skin against mine. The silence was so disturbing when it wasn't filled with her soft breathing.
She had given
