#Chapter 14: Beauty and Pain

I woke up to sunlight streaming in through a high window. I was warm and snuggled up to Arthur’s hard body, my head resting on his arm. For just a minute, I enjoyed the intimacy that Robert had longed denied me before I pulled myself away. “Good morning, little wolf,” Arthur’s husky morning voice came from behind me and I froze. “I was afraid if you slept any longer I was going to lose my arm.” I turned to look at him. He was opening and closing his hand, the one attached to the arm I had been sleeping on. It must have gone numb during the night. “Why didn’t you move it?” I asked, feeling bad even though I knew on some level that it wasn’t my fault. Not really. “I didn’t want to disturb you. You looked so peaceful while you were sleeping,” Arthur answered, peering at me through hooded eyes. Bedroom eyes. Eyes that were doing funny things to my lower body. “Is there anything that I could do to make it up for you?” I asked before I c