Worth Fighting For:
England, 1192
…Matthew looked at Bethesda, lying on the floor, her ears pricked at a sound under the floor boards, probably a mouse. Matthew had gone to Jennifer’s chamber at dawn and had quietly let Bethesda out before she woke Jennifer begging to be up. Jennifer hadn’t even stirred as Bethesda had jumped down. He was glad to see it. Souls that were afraid always slept fitfully. He never wanted to have to see Jennifer awaken reaching immediately for a weapon ever again.
Rather he wanted to kiss her sleepy mouth, to roll her naked body beneath his in the early morning hours and pleasure her half asleep, the both of them wondering if it was real, or just a really good dream…
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