Whatever she had wanted to say had broken the spell. He waited for that question to come but it never did and part of him deep inside was growling as she slipped away. But he smiled, inclining his head. "You're welcome."
They were at the house so he opened the door for her to go inside. "I hope you can rest well tonight." Considering there wouldn't be any locks on the doors, sure! But to have Rhys nearby? Good luck with sleeping, then. "I hope your dreams are peaceful."
Another smile and a clipped, gallant bow, he started heading to his room, knowing he would be sleeping with the windows wide open. Or ... staring at the ceiling with the windows wide open.
The morning would have breakfast cooking, a bottle of suppressors on the counter for her choice, and Rhysand looking very homey in slacks, a fitted long sleeve shirt and an apron for effect. Perhaps he could tempt her to eat with blueberry pancakes? Little brown sausages? Fresh juice?
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They were at the house so he opened the door for her to go inside. "I hope you can rest well tonight." Considering there wouldn't be any locks on the doors, sure! But to have Rhys nearby? Good luck with sleeping, then. "I hope your dreams are peaceful."
Another smile and a clipped, gallant bow, he started heading to his room, knowing he would be sleeping with the windows wide open. Or ... staring at the ceiling with the windows wide open.
The morning would have breakfast cooking, a bottle of suppressors on the counter for her choice, and Rhysand looking very homey in slacks, a fitted long sleeve shirt and an apron for effect. Perhaps he could tempt her to eat with blueberry pancakes? Little brown sausages? Fresh juice?