Chapter 22 Playing His Game

• She watched him write at the far end of the room as she sat at the edge of the bed; it was night and he wasn't making any attempt to get into bed, and she was already drowsy. It had been a long day. Another day of being submissive.
• He still wasn't comfortable with her sudden change; she knew and was glad about it. At least she wasn't the only one apprehensive about what the next move was going to be.
• He wiped his eyes with his thumb.