As he began to rise, she took his hand. “Wait. Can I sleep with you tonight?” The question stopped him—stopped him completely—but he swallowed and helped her up as he stood. “I mean—” she whispered. “Won’t it look bad if we sleep apart? As if we don’t agree, as if there’s disharmony between us.” She was right, but there had been disharmony between them. He’d assumed separate tents, but… “As long as it doesn’t make you uncomfortable.” “It doesn’t.” Her brief smile lit up her face with its brightness, just for a moment. It reached her eyes, their beautiful darkness gleaming, like moonlight over
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