Only that night had he belonged solely to her.
*
When she awoke, it was already the next day.
Trenton Smith came in from hanging the laundry outside, his shirt collar open.
The man didn't say anything but walked over and looked down at her, his voice deep and gentle, "Did you sleep well?"
Wrapped in the blanket, Norris Moore raised her eyes to look at him, her voice soft and shy, "Mhm."
Her face was still burning hot.
Trenton handed her clothes to her, and Norris took them, biting her lip as she sneakily dressed herself under the blanket.
As she dressed, Trenton stood by silently, smiling down at her with a lowered gaze. He didn't speak, nor did he jest with her as usual. She was slender and light, nearly weightless in his arms. Trenton placed her on the couch and then gave her bread and milk.
"What about you?" Norris noticed that his hands were empty.
