226 Journey by sea (2)

In the morning, my Duke is all right.

At least, while sleeping. I don't know if he'll feel sick when he wakes up.

I know he's all right because his hand moved in his sleep and landed on my breast. It's not squeezing, just leaned there. But he's cupping it as if I was his personal toy.

His nose is in my hair, tickling me with his breath, and one of his legs is folded and slid in between mine.

I understand that there isn't much space. And my Duke is indeed tall.

But how am I supposed to get out of here now? I lay on this side so that I could get up swiftly. And here I am: trapped.

«Good morning, wife,» he whispers in my ear after a few minutes.

Oh, I don't need to snuggle away.

«Good morning. Can you release me?»

«Why?» he mutters, moving his knee up.

His leg brushes against my thighs, and the more I press them to stop him, the more the friction sends thrills to my spine.