Chapter 8: A Surge of Unforeseen Emotions

[Margaret’s Point of View] “I want you.” The thought surfaced in my mind before I could stop it. My breath hitched as I felt Donald’s chest vibrate ever so slightly against mine. It wasn’t until I saw the faint amusement playing on his lips that I realized I had actually voiced my thoughts. A wave of heat rushed to my face. In the context of our situation, my words could easily be interpreted as an advance—a clear invitation, intentional or not. "I didn’t mean—It’s not—" Panic surged through me. I instinctively tried to pull my hand back, hoping to salvage some dignity. I didn't want him to think I was the type to rush things. We had only just established our bond, and it felt important to take our time, to nurture this connection gradually. There was no reason to hasten into the depths of intimacy so soon. Donald made no attempt to stop me this time, though I noticed the subtle flicker of disappointment in his eyes as my hand slipped from his grasp. That fleeting expression sent