The Queen They Buried

Chapter 179

Chapter 178

The bed was small. After Aubree got in, the inmediately pressed herself against the wall, curling up into a

Bowen, a disciplined sleeper, lay rigidly on the far side of the heil, which surprisingly created a distinct gap between them.

But that was all.

The space was still cramped. One turn, and they’d bump i

pinto each other.

Aubree gripped the quilt tightly in both hands, her entire body rigid with tension. Enveloped by Bowen’s unfamiliar scent, she felt like she could hardly breathe.

The church at night was eenly quiet. Despite the distance between them, Aubree could hear his heartbeat with startling clarity

“Thump… Thump…” His heartbeat was strong and steady.

Curled up under the quilt and facing the wall, Aubree found sleep impossible in these circumstances

Before long. Bowen’s breathing grew slow and steady.

Is he asleep? Aubree wondered.

lie in the same position for so

was tiny. Even through the quilt, Aubree could feel her

she lifted her head, Aubree’s body

her, Bowen had turned onto his side, his face now mere inches

a fraction more, our lips might have met, Aubree

mere inches from hers, her

her gaze, Bowen’s eyelids fluttered. He cracked his eyes open slightly, his gaze still clouded with sleep, looking utterly groggy as

reached out and casually

Aubree shrink back, her whole body tensing. His rough voice sent a shiver down

under the covers,

briefly at her touch, then fell

glance at Bowen and muttered under

curled his lips into a

—–

finally crept in Aubree’s eyelids

rolling onto his side. His eyes gleamed intensely in

Chapter 178

Bowen called softly, but received no

wound up tight, Aubree fell into a deep sleep

to resist, he gave her

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