Catherine's eyes snapped open just as his fingers tightened slightly.
Not pulling her closer.
Not moving closer himself.
Just… holding.
And squeezing.
Her brows drew together.
Is this a man thing?
She did not have much experience in this area. In her previous life, etiquette had dictated distance; King and Queen did not simply share a bed for comfort, much less sleep tangled together through the night.
But in this life…
She had been surrounded by women.
Talkative women.
Very talkative women.
Women who seemed to take it as their sacred duty to stuff her head with gossip she had never asked for… especially about their marriages.
A couple of them were married to her brothers.
Which made it worse.
She had explicitly told them, very clearly, that she did not want to know anything about her brothers' private lives.
They had ignored her.
Completely.
"Your brother slaps my butt all the time," one had complained.
