Cradling her against his side, he forgot, just for a split second, that this was not normal—that this was his bed, in his room, where he was meant to be alone; and that in society's eyes she was nothing more than an unmarried woman acting the part of a mistress to an unmarried man. He was not her husband, her fiance, nor was he even her official suitor. Not yet, anyways. Though he had plans, nothing was set in stone; for now, she was just his.
As she stirred at his side, his eyelids fluttered open, brows furrowing in dismay.
"Shh, I'll make sure you get home in time. Sleep." He wasn't lying; he was usually an early-riser anyways, especially after all the fog business that had bothered him throughout June and July.
As she stirred at his side, his eyelids fluttered open, brows furrowing in dismay.
"Shh, I'll make sure you get home in time. Sleep." He wasn't lying; he was usually an early-riser anyways, especially after all the fog business that had bothered him throughout June and July.
— set by MJ! —