Agnes
Elijah’s question caught me off guard. Honestly, I hadn’t even been expecting to make it this far, and now that I was here, I was utterly mortified and unsure of what to say. Here I was, standing in a lacy black nightgown in front of him, under the guise of bringing him tea.
Of course I wasn’t actually just here to give him the tea. But I feared now that if I told him the truth, I’d made a complete fool of myself.
My first instinct was to try to pull away, my face burning with embarrassment, but Elijah’s grip just tightened around my wrist and held me fast. Before I could say anything, he tugged me back, and I stumbled, my balance failing me.
I fell onto his lap before I could stop myself.
My hands flew to his shoulders, gripping them tightly for support, and I c
