Sandy's POV
Four days had passed since Charles and I shared the same bed. We did nothing intimate that night.
He lay there staring up at the ceiling while I watched him in the darkness.
The warmth of his presence felt comforting and peaceful. Eventually sleep took me. But even as I slept, I sensed gentle fingertips brushing across my face and along my bare arms. Just soft touches that never went too far.
This wasn't how I'd ever pictured things between us. He made no attempt to sleep with me or even suggest it. Instead he seemed to spend the entire night being cautious not to accidentally aggravate my injured back.
I couldn't make sense of this unexpected gentleness. It seemed like he had some hidden agenda once again.
But now, days later, I found myself rereading his messages.
