While waiting, Evelyn slipped under the blanket and sank against the cozy, soft pillows.
Her eyes closed before she even realized it, her body melting with relief.
The house was finally quiet.
No, Laura, who loves offering snacks. Nor Jimmy, who likes hovering behind her like a worried mother hen. Just herself, hubby, and the peaceful silence of her room.
Evelyn had almost fallen asleep by the time Axel returned from the bathroom.
The door opened again, and Axel walked in wearing only his pajama pants. His upper body was bare, his skin still damp from his shower. He ran a towel through his hair while leisurely making his way to the bed.
Her first sleepy thought was that it was incredibly unfair for a man to look that good after a long day. Her second thought was that she was far too tired to react appropriately.
