The next morning, I opened my eyes and walked out of the bedroom, heading back down to the living room parlor. Desmond was still sitting in the exact same position, fast asleep against the ropes. I stared at him, genuinely wondering how it was possible for a grown man to sleep this much. Then again, how would I have any actual knowledge of his sleeping patterns? Throughout our entire marriage, he had never even bothered to sleep inside the same bed with me.
Determined to get answers, I walked over to the kitchen counter, filled a glass cup to the brim with freezing water, and marched right back into the living room. I threw the liquid straight into his face.
He jolted awake, sputtering as the cold water dripped down his jaw. The moment his eyes cleared and met mine, his expression sof
