As we returned to my room for the evening, Ophelia became fidgety with each step.
“You seem nervous, my dear,” I said, enjoying her discomfort more than I should have.
She started at the term of endearment and glanced up at me. It was only meant to be slightly antagonistic, but I found I liked her response. The prospect of having her soft body curled against mine overshadowed any concern for her feelings.
She swallowed before worrying her bottom lip, and picked at the hem of her shirt.
“It isn’t like we haven’t shared a bed before,” I reminded her, which only served to remind me of what it felt like to have her wrapped around me.
“Yes, well, things were different then.”
They certainly were.
Upon entering, Ophelia stood mere feet within the room. Her eyes scanned the walls and the fu
