“Feeling better?”
Elizabeth set a freshly made cup of coffee on the nightstand and sat on the very edge of the bed.
Sawyer tugged on her arm as he moved over so that she could lie beside him.
He kissed her neck softly and she wriggled just a little closer to him.
“I am now.”
She had almost forgotten that she had asked him the question at all.
He resisted the urge to glance at the clock; he knew that he should not still be in bed like that and that knowing the time would make it impossible to stay there with her.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been awake before you.”
“I’ve not had a proper night’s sleep since I left. At first, it was because of the infection - sleeping through a fever and agonizing pain waking me up every time I moved made it difficult. After that, it was because I hated
