Chapter Thirteen
Abigail laid on Aaron’s chest calling herself a fool. She never should have made love to Aaron. It just complicated everything. She knew she was already falling in love with him and making love had just made it worse. She had started out distracting Aaron with s*x so she could sneak out without endangering him, but now she didn’t want to leave. They had started this together, and she wanted them to finish it together. Toughen up, Sharpe. She could do this alone.
Abigail stole a peek at Aaron and saw his eyes were closed and his breathing regulated. He was asleep. Abigail started to wriggle out of his hold, but his arm tightened around her. Even in sleep, he didn’t want to let her go. After a moment she tried again and this time managed to get out of his hold. She gathere
