Macy bit at her lower lip, not in the cute adorable way. She was full on gnawing her lip, unable to help it. It was a nervous tick she did, and Macy was plenty nervous.
She and Graeme had migrated from the living room to the bedroom they now shared, showered and gotten ready for the night. They were now under the covers, cuddled against each other.
Still, Macy could help but worry. The evening’s revelation plagued her, keeping her from falling asleep. She tried to ignore the urge to toss and turn, but when it got to unbearable to stay still, she pulled away from Graeme.
Holding her breath as she did, she waited for his reaction. The man merely sighed and curled against himself, oblivious to her rising anxiety, just like Macy wanted.
And Macy’s anxiety was rising. She couldn’t help i
