Poor Thing !
Last night had been the best, or could it be the worst, night for Roselyn. Never for once in her lifetime had she ever spent a night in a man's room. Newton was the first.
What she had imagined would have happened didn't. He never touched a strand of her hair let alone sleep in the same bed with her. He had pretended to be reading a book but when she turned to look at him, he had already slept in the chair.
Concerned, she took the book from him and placed it on the table. She took the blanket and placed it around him to only curl on the bed shivering in cold. She could have opted to head for her room but for some odd reason, she didn't.