Chapter 118. Only a Fool Would Let Love Go to Waste

Doris smoothed out her nightgown and pulled her hair up into a low ponytail.

When she came out, he was already laying in bed with his shirt off. It shouldn't have made her heart race as much as it did. She'd seen him like this several times by now and--

Doris swallowed and crawled in bed with him. Her eyes followed along the lines of his firm stomach and she had to force herself to look away as she laid on her side. The room was dim, only the fire lit up the area and kept her warm. William turned on his side and wrapped his arms around her body to pull her against him as if she was meant to be there like a piece to his puzzle.

His hands didn't lower to uncharted areas, he kept them firm around her to keep her in place. Perhaps he could read her mind and realized how flighty her thoughts were. She didn't need to worry about falling asleep next to him anymore. It was almost natural.

The next morning, Doris woke with her body held sprawled across his own. Her he