*Eleanor*
Mmmmm. Warm and cozy. Strong. Something safe and strong against my back. Rubbing. Gods, it feels so good. I hear a happy chuckle and smile. Anders.
I awake in a panic, leaning up on my elbow to see who is in bed with me to find… Anders. My heart beats wildly as he looks at me with so much concern.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I did not mean to scare you.”
I shake my head. “You didn’t, well… it’s… I… it’s complicated.”
He nods before reaching over for a bowl. “I brought you dinner. You need to eat something.”
“Thank you,” I tell him as I look at it, guilt consuming me.
I thought it was him, and then I woke full of guilt because I had forgotten that we were married. I had forgotten that Erik was gone and thought I had dreamed of another man. I did dream of another ma
