Chapter 13“I will love you always, Robert. Now, do you think you could take me to bed?”
Robert had laughed, easily scooped me into his arms, and carried me out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom, which, it seemed, was now ours. He had loved me and loved me and loved me, until I was completely spent and had nothing more to give him.
“Just give me a few moments to recuperate, my dear.”
“No need just now. I think a bit of a rest is called for.”
“I should love to go along with that.” I was very tired. Yesterday’s events had taken more out of me than I’d realised.
He tipped up my chin. “I love you, Singe.”
Robert had drawn back from me once, and when I questioned why, he’d looked into my eyes, his own the epitome of sadness. “You’re so young.”
“It’s merely a matter of five y
