Before she could finish her thoughts, the door slammed shut with a thud.
Benjamin Richardson: "..." Why did he feel like he was being snubbed?
Owen Moreland returned to the bedside, sat down, and pulled Amelia Clarke onto his lap; his hand, which had been holding the hot water bottle, pressed against her lower abdomen.
The heat instantly transferred from the palm of his hand into her belly, warming her entire body.
"Does that feel better?" his deep, magnetic voice echoed in her ear.
Amelia Clarke looked into his dark, deep eyes, which were calm and inscrutable, hiding any trace of emotion or feeling. Yet, the tenderness in his gestures was intensely clear to her.
Her soft arms wrapped bonelessly around his neck, her face leaning on his shoulder, she closed her eyes gently, inhaling his scent.
"Mhm, it does feel better."
As the warmth from his palm faded, Owen Moreland rubbed his hand again and pressed it back against Amelia's lower abdomen.