»What are you doing out of bed?« Eros says, concern written all over his face. I shrug. »Don't be so reckless, you've been hurt,« he tells me, reaching me in two steps. He grabs me, sweeping me off the floor and carrying me back to bed.
»I'm perfectly able to walk, you know,« I frown at him as he stays leaned down, his eyes studying me closely. He sighs, shaking his head at me.
»I do know that. I just like to have you in my arms,« he says softly, but his face is serious. He pulls the sheets over my awful night gown, then sits down on the matress. I blush, why did he have to see me in this horrid sack?
His hand slowly reaches out towards my face. When he removes my hair out of the way, I take a sharp breath. His fingers barely brush up against the wound, but it send a stinging p
