Ella
Kane glanced at me once more before turning away, the corner of his lips lifting into a quiet, unreadable smile.
He didn’t say anything. Instead, he walked straight into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
I stared at the door for a second, then let out a soft breath.
So… he agreed.
At least, that’s what I assumed.
Satisfied, I rolled onto my side, tugged the blanket higher, and switched off the lamp. The room fell into darkness, lit only by thin bands of moonlight slipping through the curtains.
Good.
Let him find the sofa himself.
I remembered our wedding night all too clearly, how overwhelming Kane had been, how little room he’d left me to breathe, let alone think.
Tonight, I was reclaiming my space. If he had to fumble around in the dark for the sofa, then so b
