Axton
Coming out of my room after showering and dressing, I find Elena putting the last touches on the dining table when the oven alarm goes off.
“I take it Tieriny has left?” I ask her, looking for the oven mitts.
“Yes, while you were showering,” Elena answers, coming over and nudging me aside with her hip as she reaches for the cupboard above the stove to retrieve the oven mitts.
My eyes roam over her as she slips a mitt on her hand, her huge baby bump sticking out. Before I can stop myself, I reach out to touch it. She freezes, her entire body turning tense as I run my hand over the silk fabric of the dress, my hand smoothing over where I can just make out her belly button.
“I should get the hens out,” she says, making me lift my gaze to hers.
I clear my throat. “Sorry.”
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