It's understandable

After a moment she heard dexter sigh. ‘Amyra. Come here.’

‘Come—where?’

‘Here.’ He patted his lap. ‘You’re obviously cold and I know of only one way to warm you right now.’

Her cheeks heated as she thought of other ways he could warm her. Ways she’d never even experienced before. ‘But...’

‘You’ve been on my lap before back in the dark room.,’ he reminded her.

Yes, and she’d enjoyed it far too much. Amyra hesitated, torn between the fierce desire to be close to dexter again and the ever-present need to keep herself safe. What could happen between them, after all?. In just a few days she would return to her mother's village, and this time alone, without her dad .

If she had any sense, she’d keep her distance from dexter. It seemed she didn’t have any sense. She scooted across the bed, hesitating in front of him, not quite sure actually how to get on his lap.

Dexter had no such hesitation. Without ceremony or any awkwardness at all he slid his arms around her waist and hauled her onto h