~ LARK ~
It was so damn awkward, Lark wanted to hide her face. When she reluctantly returned to their bedroom—really just his bedroom—he was just walking out of the bathroom in a pair of loose, red sleep shorts and a thin, navy-blue long-sleeve shirt.
“I’m done in the bathroom if you want it,” he said politely, keeping his eyes on his phone in his hands.
“Thanks.” She disappeared inside it and brushed her teeth even though it was only nine-thirty and she wouldn’t usually go to bed for another hour. So when she was done she stood in front of her mirror and stared at herself—puffy eyes, no makeup, and hair twisted into a damp bun.
She was pathetic. Even then she wanted to walk into the bedroom, stride up to him, take his face in her hands and kiss him until his control broke.
But wha
