Owen Moreland carried Amelia Clarke to the bed, freed one hand to lift the neatly spread quilt, and let Amelia sit on the bed.
Then, he took off her coat.
Amelia was so scared that she closed her eyes tightly, her mind filled with the scene before her bath, feeling both nervous and afraid.
Was she really going to be done for tonight?
Wasn't everything developing too quickly?
After helping Amelia out of her coat, Owen laid her down in the middle of the bed, and then...
...tucked her in, making sure the corners of the quilt were snug.
All tucked in tightly, only her little head was exposed.
Amelia was stunned and opened her eyes.
She saw Owen looking down at her with a smile, high above her.
That smile clearly had a hint of teasing in it.
Amelia felt embarrassed and a bit angry. This man, he must be doing it on purpose!
She thought he was going to...
Owen bent down and planted a kiss on her smooth forehead, light and soft, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
