Chapter 39

He’d given her so much over the past week. Shown her what her passion could be like when she wasn’t fighting it, when she could be herself and not worry about being demanding or loud or difficult. And she couldn’t deny that she very much wanted more of that for herself. She also wanted to give something to him in return.

So what did it matter if she felt a little uncertain and doubtful about continuing what they had in France when they got back to Haerton? There hadn’t been anything bad about it. No, it had been the opposite. So there was no reason to let those doubts stop her, and there was no reason to be afraid. And after all, it had been a long time since she’d felt as happy as she was when she was with him. She didn’t have to give it up, not yet.

“I’m not afraid,” Anna said quietly.

“Yes, you were. I could see it in your eyes.”

“I was shocked. That’s all.” She lifted a hand and touched the side of his face gently, his skin warm against her fingertips. “A