By the time they got to the room, Arabella had completely buried her red face in Silas' neck.
Barely any effort was required of him to open and close the door behind himself while carrying Arabella's weight.
The young woman had clung to his neck so tightly that he didn't fear letting go of her back to move the curtains out of their way.
"I will have someone bring you a nightgown and a dress for tomorrow," he kept his voice on the low end considering how close her ears were to his mouth.
"Actually," she mumbled, "I've had some of my clothes moved to your closet yesterday. I hope you don't mind that,"
Mind it? No! Taken aback, yes, but no objections were made. On the contrary, Silas saw the fact that he did not have to ask her to do that as a win.
"I see absolutely no problem with that," he smiled.
Their faces were mere inches from each other. Their breaths collided after every syllable uttered, at every exhale produced.
