“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.

had slept in any longer, I might have fainted

a loss for

he stayed with her in bed, acting as her pillow, skipping both breakfast and

and touched, Tilda softened

“I’m awake now.

You can go.

a hum, his eyes darkening as he glanced at her exposed skin

you some

acknowledgment, nestling back under the blanket and waiting for

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

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