Rather than go through the sliding doors and back into the living room, Spencer opened the door to the sun porch and led me inside. He let go of me to make sure the little heater in the corner was on, and almost as soon as he hit the button, I started to warm up. Just being out of the biting wind helped. Then he sat on the wicker chaise lounge, pulling the afghan out from underneath him. He opened his arms, inviting me down. I hesitated again, but with a deep breath, I joined him, snuggling up and absorbing his warmth as he wrapped us in the blanket.
He sifted his fingers through my hair and dropped a kiss on my forehead. After a long, quiet moment, he asked, “Do I need to apologize again?”
I thought about it, then shook my head, glad that for the moment I didn’t have to look at him. It was easier to do this without gazing into his perfect, face.
“No. And I feel like I should apologize too.”
“Alex, you don’t—”