Naerin was in so much trouble. Just, so much trouble. He laid there in the dark and tried to forget the way her kiss felt, tried to forget how sweet she was, tried not to turn to hold her while she slept and failed all three, miserably. There was nothing but friendship in her for him, and that was as it should be, but it didn't stop him from wanting desperately to-
No, he stopped himself from completing that thought ruthlessly. He was not going to allow his thoughts to travel that road because if he did then he was lost. She'd been nothing but patient yesterday, up to and including attending his sister's memorial with him. Which he should not have done since having her go with him to an event of that magnitude was declaring an attachment that could not be. It was not precisely declaring t
