"Alex...?"
I freeze. Caught in my fascination, I haven't even considered she would wake up.
"I... I am sorry." I say as I try to pull my hand away, but to my surprise, she catches it. I thought she will be angry, but there is something else in her eyes. A feverish question. She presses my hand against her cheek not for a moment letting go of my eyes.
I can hear my heart beating out of my chest like it's the only sound in the world right now. Her chest rises and falls with such rapidity that for a second I wonder if she's not actually angry. And for another second I wonder if she, too... No. She made it clear from the begging. Small hopes will only crush me.
But then... Why is she holding my hand like this? Why is she looking at me like this?
The pain in my body is a distant memory, a
