76. Distance

Eleanor tossed in her sleep, only to be pulled behind by his arm. She mumbled something when his lips touched her earlobe. Damn.. It had to be a sweet dream. She didn’t dare to open her eyes. She felt nice and warm, inside the quilt, with the man of her dreams sleeping behind her and his arm snaked on her waist. She pushed her back to glue him again.

The touch was familiar. And the cologne too. Was he Kayden Knight? It had to be him!! But what was he doing in her dreams? She opened her eyes and the beam of light from the French windows hit her face. It was morning. And this wasn’t a dream. She was in her bed, cuddled with her husband Kayden Knight. The moment she realized this, she instantly pushed him and sat two feet away. It broke his sleep.

“How dare you?” she shouted, rubbing her eyes, still unable to believe they slept like that.

Kayden Knight had expected a similar reaction when she woke up so he wasn’t shocked. He yawned, stretched and raised himself to sit with his back touc