In the center of the bed, Anaya sat cross-legged, thinking about her newly wedded husband who hadn't stepped into the room since after the wedding. With a little shrug, she pushed his thoughts away and changed into comfortable clothes.
A few minutes later, Hridaan walked into the room, his eyes searching for the girl who would now share his life-and this room-with him. The sound of the door made her head snap up. Their eyes met, but he immediately looked away, clearing his throat.
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