Chapter 10

Victoria I took it, confused by the gesture. The soft cotton felt worn between my fingers, carrying his scent. "Your shirt?" I asked, unsure why this felt so intimate, more intimate than if he'd handed me lingerie. "Yes. I want you to sleep in my shirts," he explained, his voice dropping lower, sending an unwelcome flutter through my stomach. "Oh...okay," I managed, not knowing what else to say. "Only the shirt, Victoria. Don't wear anything else." His commanding tone left no room for argument, his eyes briefly darkening as they swept over me. Then he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and disappeared into the bathroom. I hurriedly slipped out of my wedding dress, my fingers fumbling with the delicate fabric in my rush to change. His black t-shirt felt impossibly soft against my skin as I pulled it over my head, the woodsy scent of him enveloping me instantly. My heart fluttered nervously when I realized the shirt barely reached mid-thigh. Not being allowed to wear underwear made me feel eve