Daphne
I could have slept there, even though the bed was far too narrow for the two of us. I felt like I had fallen into some kind of enchantment, as Nate held me tucked close against his side, his strong arm keeping me from rolling off the mattress, my breasts pressed close against his ribs, my thigh draped over his. My fingers absently traced the lines of his body that were within reach. The cords of his neck, the line of his collarbone, the curve of his deltoid.
He was so quiet and so still that I thought he had fallen asleep. The rise and fall of his chest was perfectly even. But when I lifted my head to gaze at his face, his eyes were open, focused up at the ceiling, and his lips were pressed thin.
Was he regretting it?
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask, but I felt like w
