As if she needed life to get any further complicated. She had been sharing a bed for several days with the man who'd broken her heart years earlier. Still doing nothing more than just sleeping next to the other, she knew that they would not be able to keep the dynamic up much longer. Something would have to change whether they wished it to or not. It was tempting to imagine that she could somehow go back in time and pretend like nothing was wrong, but she wasn't that naïve. Nothing would ever be the same. They continued to skirt around the topic of the future as much as possible. When Augustus wasn't sleeping due to the potions he was still having to take, they passed the time making as inconsequential conversation as possible. Neither of them wanted to be the one who brought up the difficult topic first.