“What time is it?” she asked, her voice hoarse.

The memories of the previous night made her cheeks flush slightly.

“It’s twelve.

Twelve o’clock?

She had slept until noon?

Tilda could hardly believe it.

As she shifted her body, attempting to speak, a rumbling sound from her stomach interrupted her thoughts.

She paused, instinctively looking at her stomach, and realized that the sound wasn’t coming from her, but from someone else.

Tilda turned her head and saw Lyndon’s slightly embarrassed expression.

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Was he… hungry?

eyes sparkled

“Are you hungry?”

Lyndon cleared his throat.

if you had slept in any longer, I might have fainted from

was at a

with her in bed, acting as her pillow, skipping both

touched, Tilda

“I’m awake now.

You can go.

he glanced at

fetch you

nestling back under the blanket

a faint trace of his scent, and she couldn’t resist a light sniff, a

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