Dinner felt endless.Jessica chatted on, unaware of the tension sitting between the two of them. Her voice carried warmth, easy and bright, filling the room.Lena nodded when needed, smiled when expected, and answered when spoken to.But her mind stayed elsewhere.The lack of guest room.Every now and then, she felt Theon's gaze on her.She turned once.Theon was already looking at her. His gaze unreadable.Her heart skipped.She looked away at once.—By the time dinner ended, Lena felt mentally drained.Theon led her back without a word.They walked the long hallway again.This time, she kept her eyes forward.He pushed the door open and stepped aside.“After you.”She hesitated. Then walked in.Her eyes went straight to the bed.Only one.Her throat tightened.“I’ll take the couch.”She turned.Theon was already pulling out a folded blanket from the closet.“For the record,” he added, not looking at her, “I didn’t know about the guest room arrangement.”She frowned.“You didn’t?”“
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