She limped out of his room and into hers, closing the door behind her. For a moment, she simply stood there, staring at the shirt he had given her, as if it carried some hidden meaning she couldn't quite grasp.
Shaking off the thought, she quickly changed into it. The fabric felt different warmer somehow. Afterward, she pulled out her pajamas from the cupboard and slipped them on as well.
Her gaze drifted to the bed.
It looked inviting. Too inviting.
Maybe… she could just stay here tonight.
She had just moved toward it, ready to climb in, when a knock sounded. Before she could respond, the door opened.
Gérard stepped in.
Shirtless.
Her eyes widened instantly, startled by the sight, and she turned her face away in a hurry, heat rushing to her cheeks.
He said nothing.
No questions. No comments.
He simply walked up to her, bent slightly, and lifted her into his arms in one smooth motion, carrying her bridal style without a word.
