She knew that no matter where they did this, they couldn't spend the night together, probably not until they were married. Or if. It would be too tricky to maneuver it. But she could deal with not actually sleeping. Like now. Even though her body was starting to tell her she needed to rest, to sleep, she wanted to bask in this forever. And she imagined that tomorrow morning at breakfast would be one giant excuse to be blushing the whole time.

"Well, I hope you don't lose too much sleep," she teased softly. "And I don't think my father would get too suspicious. He thinks you're a good boy for the most part." She grinned at him, knowing that while he was a good man, what they just did wasn't his doing, she'd been the one to start it.