Chapter 83 Until I Can't Walk

• His lips curl into a slow grin against my fingertips, his eyes darkening into molten pools of heat and hunger. Before I can brace for it, he scoops me off the bed and into his arms. A soft gasp escapes me as I cling to his strong shoulders, my heart fluttering.
• “Why don’t we take a shower first?” He drawls, his voice thick and low, teasing. “You’ve been unconscious for days… and I’ve been glued to your side. Pretty sure we both need one.”
• I laugh, leaning my head against his chest. “So I stink?”