Edith let herself fall into his arms, expecting things to go as they always ad
But Justin didn’t move any further.
Instead, he just held her tightly from behind, so close that she could fast the cheet gresset against her back, his heartbeat racing out of control
With her face half–buried in the pillow, Edith frowned in contusion.
She waited for several seconds, but the man holding her still didn’t make a move
Unable to hold back, she whispered, “Did you fall asleep?”
Justin pressed his face to her back. “Not yet”
Then… why aren’t you doing anything?
Edith hesitated, then asked as delicately as she could, “Are we not going to tonight
She was too embarrassed to say it outright.
In the darkness, she thought she heard Justin’s soft chuckle, his breath warm against her sensitive back.
He knew how she reacted when he did that, and yet he still liked to tease her
“Does Mrs. Hawksley want to?” he murmured,
Edith’s face flushed instantly, “I do not.”
Another quiet laugh.
Justin nuzzled into the curve of her neck. “Mm, we probably should show a little restraint these days.”
Edith didn’t understand.
Why do we need to show restraint lately?

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