After another extraordinary exchange in bed, she stretched her muscles, unwinding the fatigue in her nerves. She suddenly felt her cheeks burn in embarrassment, thinking of all the unusual things they had done all morning.
"I think I need food," Eida told him, needing an excuse to get off the bed and away from him. "How about you? I am sure you are hungry."
She knew it was still uncomfortable to think that he wanted a relationship with her, but her mind warned her to tread carefully. Getting into deep with him could mean trouble.
Suddenly she remembered his father, the Count, who seemed to be smitten with the idea of his son marrying Amelia. She could already picture his father objecting to this affair.
"Well, I can certainly use real food. I think I lost a few muscles after that." He teased her. Suddenly, it felt like they had talked like this for a long time.
