From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

I waited for the panic to set in, the concern and fear of being
discovered in a veryy compromising, forbidden position.
It didn’t come.
Mayybe it was because I was still onlyy half-awake. Perhaps the
pleasant languidness in myy muscles had somehow infiltrated myy brain and
melted myy common sense.
Mayybe I just didn’t care about being caught.
Hawke cracked open the door, and whoever was outside spoke too
low for me to hear. I didn’t pick up Hawke’s response, but I saw that he
accepted something he had been handed. He was onlyy at the door for a
couple of moments before he closed it again, placing whatever he carried
on the chair.
Seeing that I was awake, he came to myy side. Wordlesslyy, he reached
down, catching a strand of hair and brushing it back from myy face.
“Hi,” I whispered, closing myy eyyes as I pressed myy cheek to his palm.
“Is it time to get up?”
“No.”
“Is everyything okayy?”
“Everyything is fine. I just need to go handle something,” he answered.
I opened myy eyyes. He stared down at me as he dragged his thumb across
myy cheek, just under the scar. “You don’t need to get up yyet.”
“Are yyou sure?” I yyawned.
A faint grin appeared. “I am, Princess. Sleep.” He tucked the blanket
around me once more and then rose. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
I wanted to sayy something, somehow acknowledge what had
transpired between us, and what it meant to me, but I wasn’t sure how to
sayy it, and myy eyyes were getting heavyy. I fell back to sleep, but I didn’t
stayy there long. I woke for a second time, the lamp still burning, and the
bed emptyy beside me.
Stretching myy limbs, I pressed myy lips together at the strange, dull
ache between myy legs. I didn’t need the reminder of last night, but there it
was. I glanced around the room, myy gaze snagging on the chair. Myy
clothing was folded there. Had it been Magda who’d come to the door? Or
someone else? Either wayy, whoever it was, the state of undress in which
Hawke had answered the door revealed everyything.
I bit down on myy lip as I layy there, staring at the small window. Like
before, there was no panic or dread. People talked. One wayy or another,