Chapter Forty-Five
Had he brought them out here, knowing that he would bring me into his space to rest?
He moved to the bed, looking over at me as he turned the comforter down. “Put those on Isobel, unless you need to sleep bare.”
My legs still shook and I was worried that if I tried to balance to put them on, I would fall. Cy stepped from behind me, his fingers brushing against my hands as he took the shorts from me.
“Here princess, let me help you,” Cy said. It wasn’t a question, but him telling me that he was going to help me.
I didn’t say anything, but I felt relieved that he was taking care of me again. It made me feel almost drunk and giddy at the same time. Cy crouched down by my feet, holding the shorts open by the waistband. I leaned over, resting my hands on his shoulders,
