William Lane softly placed Amelia Smith on the bed, worried that she might strain her injured arm.
Amelia sat on the bed, looking at William in a daze.
William leaned over, looking at her with a smile in his eyes. "Is it okay if we sleep together?"
He forcefully entered the room but acted like a gentleman once inside, gently asking for her permission.
"But, but..."
"Amelia, we got married," William interrupted. "It's only right, rational, and legal for us to sleep together."
Amelia, looking into his eyes, felt as if there were stars in them, gently intoxicating her. So, she inexplicably nodded her head.
William smiled, lifting the quilt on the other side to tuck her in.
However, Amelia stiffly resisted him.
William found it amusing and asked, "What's wrong? You seem to be pushing yourself."
"I, I'm not. I just don't want to sleep yet. You sleep first. I'll sleep later," Amelia said, her eyes darting around.
William laughed, "What if I fall asleep and you run away?"
