He moved slowly, untangling his limbs from hers, careful not to wake her, though part of him suspected she was already awake. Her breath had changed just slightly, a faint catch in the rhythm. She was pretending to sleep.
He didn’t call her out on it. He wouldn’t blame her for the act. She was probably as confused as he was.
She had every reason to be terrified of him after what he’d done. Dragging her into his bed like that, demanding her presence, her warmth… and for what? A moment of peace? A selfish attempt to soothe the howling creature inside him?
He stood, bare feet brushing against the cold stone floor, and stepped away from the bed, running a hand through his hair as the silence closed around him once more. The air felt cooler now, but the space behind him still radiated her he
