The only word that could describe how she felt then was giddy, her stomach aflutter with butterflies, her cheeks dark with a blush, and her smile wide. For a man who claimed to be a villain, be had been nothing but sweet to her - and had just offered her a kindness and affection she had not felt for some time.

She squeezed his hand and, very reluctantly, made space. "Get back to work so I can bully you into taking a break." She teased. Mostly teased. "And we really need to do something about that sleep schedule. If I have to sit on you for a few hours don't think I won't." It would do approximately nothing to stop him, but that wasn't the point.