Leah’s mind blanked out.
Then, as if fireworks exploded in her head, countless scenes flooded in—some from the romantic grandeur of Titanic, some as passionate as Fifty Shades of Grey, and others reminiscent of the ambiguous tension in novels. But Frederick wasn’t like any of those. He was calm, steady, like an undisturbed lake.
When he said "sleep," he truly meant just sleeping.
From the study’s couch to the bedroom and finally to the bed, the whole process took no more than ten minutes. When they first lay down, Leah felt a bit stiff, unsure where to place her hands or feet. The weight of his arm draped across her waist only heightened her tension. His warm palm, resting through the thin silk of her nightdress against the small of her back, radiated heat that made her entire bod
