Hearing his words, Viola bit the inside of her cheek. She used to hate medication so much, but the Hollow Quarter changed that. Four years of forcing dry pheromone suppressant pills down her throat every morning had killed that fear. Pills were nothing to her now.
"Let me fix our bed," he told her, turning to look at her after putting her pills aside. Since she hadn't eaten anything heavy that needed time to digest, sleeping wouldn't be a problem now, and she gave him a nod, fighting not to blush at the term our bed.
She watched as Sebastian moved around the room, disappearing into the closet and coming back with clean bedsheets, stripping the current ones from the bed himself and replacing them, arranging the pillows with a care.
