Primrose glanced back and forth between the book and her husband, weighing the pros and cons of answering his question.
She hadn't even looked inside the book yet, so saying "yes" felt a bit risky.
But she also knew Edmund would never pressure her into doing anything she wasn't comfortable with, so saying "no" felt a little too harsh.
"I'm sorry," Primrose said with a small smile. "I'm just … really tired right now. Can we just sleep?"
She hadn't made up her mind whether to say yes or no, so that felt like the safest answer she could give.
Edmund gently put the book aside. He didn't say much, but the slight droop of his eyebrows made him look like a sad little puppy.
[I really want to try what I learned from this book, but … I don't want to pressure her,] he thought.
[Maybe she'll be in the mood tomorrow. Didn't she say we could do it for two hours a day?]
[No, no—don't be selfish. How can I even think about that when she says she's tired?]
