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.

frowned, feeling perhaps too deeply affected by her

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was just a sleep aid, he thought; he shouldn't rely on

murmured without opening her eyes, "Goodnight,

not as gentle as she perceived but almost coldly

Morwenna turned over.

lifting her nightshirt slightly to reveal a stretch of

like a little rabbit exposing its belly to a predator, vulnerable to a deadly

utterly unguarded around

Stuart looked away and murmured

The next day.

was up before dawn at five,

she cooked them until tender, let them cool, and then cleaned and crushed the malt in, mixing it all up. She then covered the

Morwenna left for

tutoring to

work, even finding

home or at the office.

off her apron,

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