When Morwenna wasn't in the mood for closeness, she kept her distance.

Previously, her life with Stuart had clear boundaries.

Now, Morwenna had started putting her clothes next to Stuart's in the closet.

After their nightly routines, her towel and toothbrush found their new home next to Stuart's on the bathroom counter.

She felt a tiny thrill in slowly blending into Stuart's life.

Morwenna had planned to wait up for Stuart that night.

But being someone who thrived on routine, without any pressing tasks, she tended to turn in early.

By nine, she was curled up under the covers, fast asleep.

When Stuart finally finished his work and walked into the bedroom, he found Morwenna all snuggled up and sleeping soundly.

The room was filled with a comforting, sleepy aura.

His irritation from the day dissolved quickly.

perhaps too deeply

become vulnerable. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt

was just a sleep aid, he thought;

murmured without opening her eyes,

squinted at Morwenna, his gaze not as gentle as she perceived but almost coldly

Morwenna turned over.

blanket slipped, lifting her nightshirt slightly to reveal a stretch of pale

belly to a predator, vulnerable

utterly unguarded around

Stuart looked away and murmured in a

The next day.

up before dawn at five, an hour earlier

soaking the rice overnight, she cooked them until tender, let them cool, and then cleaned and crushed the malt in,

Morwenna left

Sunday, and there was no tutoring to do, only her morning shift at the

even

or at the office. She

she was taking off her apron, her phone rang, showing an unfamiliar

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