Hours had passed since Edward left Annabelle's room. She was still deep in contemplation about how to approach him, her embarrassment from their earlier awkward encounter fresh in her mind. Her face flushed once more, her cheeks turning crimson as she recalled the look on Edward's face when he had glimpsed her nakedness.
Finally, she managed to compose herself. Annabelle stepped out of her room and closed the door behind her, taking a few tentative steps toward Edward's door. She exhaled slowly, mustering her courage, and then stretched her hand out to tap the door twice. Almost immediately, Edward swung the door open, as if he had been expecting her for a while.
Annabelle entered his room and positioned herself by the corner, feeling somewhat out of place. She rarely ventured into his room since their marriage.
"You can sit on the couch or the bed," Edward gestured as he settled on the couch.
