Brooke looked away, and dry coughed, too flustered to meet his gaze. The way he was staring at her made her feel like he was talking about her.
But then again, she didn't want to be presumptuous.
Thane let out a sigh and got up, taking both mugs with him, "It's getting late, we should be heading to sleep."
"Ah...yes!" She nervously inserted, eyeing the big bed they would be sharing.
For the year she and Ethan had been married, they did not once get intimate, at least, not all the way. She used to think that Ethan was shy, but after finding out he got her sister pregnant, she realized he might've just had a problem with her leg.
Before Thane returned, Brooke helped herself get into the bed, then covered her body up to her shoulders with the thick black blanket.
She closed her eyes tightly, pretending to sleep, as she heard Thane's calculated steps approaching the bed.
"Is the bed to your liking?" Thane asked fluffing the pillows.
