Bjorn's POV
I almost laugh. Well, I do sleep without a shirt. The room is warm, there is no need for more. It was only out of courtesy that I had kept my boxers on. Of course that means she had been watching me sleep, which is much more interesting.
I quickly gulp down the rest of my tea before I say something stupid. I sense now is really not the time for at least half the possible remarks I have floating through my head.
"I am sorry." She finally stops working on the stain, her hands falling limp, the sweater a sodden mess in the kitchen sink. "It will not come off."
"Like I said, it is fine."
Seraphina returns to her chair and picks up her cup of coffee, cradling it as she takes another sip, her silence letting me know she is still upset.
And I hate seeing her upset.
I stare at t
