Lillian's POV
I quickly grabbed the bottles I needed and then rushed back to his room.
When I entered, I found him looking out the window with his back towards me.
I felt horrible just looking at him; sadly, I couldn't say it. I felt sad whenever he was sad, even without having his mark. That's why I was doing my best to cheer him up.
I moved to the bedside table and put the bottles there, then went to him and wrapped my arms around his waist while resting my head against his back.
I wanted him to feel my warmth and the beautiful tingles that spread between us whenever we touched because I knew how they did wonders. Not only did they give me comfort whenever I felt low, they made me at ease. There was this unexplainable peace about them.
"I like this kind of comfort better than the l
