Love After All

            “I knew you’d reconsider,” he said without even opening his eyes. He sighed, “Oh, very well, I’ll forgive you and I suppose you can share the bed with me.” He teased and started to lift the covers for her then snatched them back down as he looked up at her. “You’re not undressed yet,” he growled.

            “I’m not undressing for you, now please,” she pleaded. His eyes roved over her uncaring that she saw.

            Knowing full well that she was cold enough to do just about anything to get into the bed Ethan didn’t give an inch and pressed his point on further. “Under no circumstances are you getting in this bed with those clothes on. Just look at the hem of that dress. It’s absolutely filthy, and the grass stains from where you were lying on the ground,” he tisked in a haughty tone.

            Clarissa looked herself over the best she could in the small light from the candle still barely burning, melted down to the trunk it sat on.

            With a huff of frustration she started to undress but stopped when she noticed how intently he was watching her. “Are you going to do that the whole time?” she asked him.