“Does that really ward off bad dreams?”
Did he hear that? Then he heard Nova speak.
Why hasn’t he said anything about that yet?
Maybe he didn’t hear Nova. She’s soft spoken and quiet. It’s possible he only heard me through the door.
“Well, it doesn’t hurt,” I say. “Do you want to tuck her into bed? She just closed her eyes.”
Moreno gives a faint nod and brushes past me, his touch warming something inside, stirring a fire within me.
Why does he make me feel this way?
Conflicted.
Desiring him is a disaster waiting to happen. I should let him go. Only be a nanny for his little girl. It would be safer, less dangerous.
He quietly opens the adjoining door and sneaks in to give a goodnight kiss to Nova.
I try not to eavesdrop on their special moment together, but I find it difficult to tear my gaze away from the open door and Moreno tucking his daughter into bed.
He’s warmed up so much toward Nova since the first day that I met him. I’m not sure what’s changed. Has he realized what he’s been missing out on? Maybe his wife had always been the warm and compassionate one with Nova.
Moreno tucks her in and retreats from the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him as he’s invited himself once again into my personal space.
For the first time, I don’t mind it. But my stomach is fluttering with nervousness.
How do I tell him Nova spoke to me today?
Will he be angry that it was me instead of him?