Writer's POV

Maeve snapped her eyes back to Edgar's, just in time to catch his eyes. Eyes that had been on her all those while she had been lost in her thoughts. He had watched her in silence, and she wanted to know what was going on in his mind as well. But he wasn't staring at her like he wanted to sleep with her. He was looking at her with care. Like she was someone who had a special place in his heart.

She saw his hand moving, and then he placed it untop hers.

She wondered why he did that. Because he was beginning to make her things...