He turned around, holding the silver tray carefully. He decided to take the food back to the kitchens to keep it warm. They did not need to be interrupted right now.
"I will have to send a letter to the old duke," Murry thought to himself as he quietly walked away down the dark hallway. "He will be the most pleased with the recent developments."
Murry disappeared into the shadows, leaving the couple alone.
Inside the bedroom, the heavy silence continued.
Damon gently moved his hands. He reached down to his waist. Slowly but very carefully, he removed her intertwined fingers from his stomach. He did not want to push her away. He just needed to see her face.
He turned his body around to face her.
As soon as he was facing her, he reached out his hands. He took her small wrists and gently guided her arms, putting her fingers softly behind his waist, bringing her right back into the embrace.
