If he means it, if he really does like seeing me like this, in his bed… maybe he’s telling the truth?
Maybe he really does want to fix whatever this is between us.
Which would also make it impossible for him to be lying about the auction. There’s no way he’d bring me there to sell me, and actually go through with it, only to… to… I don’t know if “romance” is the right word, but whatever it’s called, Demyen went through a lot of effort to make this happen.
He came for me.
He saved me.
I’m so lost in my own thoughts that I completely forget to pull on the shirt before Gloria arrives with a tray laden with breakfast food, juice, and coffee. Thankfully, Demyen positions himself in the doorway so she can’t see past his broad shoulders. They chat for a bit in hushed tones; I’m sure at least
