The winter continued as slowly and wonderfully as it started. The mornings were late and the pair's hearts were warm as they explored the unknown of living under the same roof.
Even though they had grown accustomed to one another, it seemed there were still other discoveries to be had.
After enjoying warm drinks with one another in Henry's bed, Irene assured him that she would return to her room soon. However, she placed her cup on the bedside table and rolled over. Only a few minutes passed before Henry realized her breathing had evened out and sleep had taken her from him for the day.
The duke looked from Irene to his door.
It was closed to preserve the warmth in the room so no one would even know whether or not she was there unless they went into her room. However, her door was also closed with the same intention of keeping it warm while it waited for her to climb into bed.
