"I'll move later," Primrose replied sweetly, then looped her arms around his neck and nestled in. "But for now … can we just stay like this for a few minutes? Just a little cuddle. That's not too much, right?"
Of course, she didn't plan to go further than that.
They were still on the road, and there were plenty of people riding outside the carriage.
[Hugging her … it's not enough anymore,] Edmund thought bitterly.
[She doesn't even realize how much she drives me crazy. She's so sweet, and yet so dangerous for my sanity.]
"Can we do more … once we reach the inn?" he asked carefully, eyes filled with hope. "It's been so long, my wife …"
Primrose had promised they could have sex once a week, but with everything that had come up lately, they hadn't touched each other like that in weeks.
She leaned her head on his shoulder, her arms holding him just a little tighter.
From the side, she looked up at his face and whispered with a soft smile, "We can do more than just hug."
