“I’m sorry. I-I was ju—”
“Not following doctor’s orders? Are you really attempting to seduce an injured man?”
“No! I thought you were sleeping!”
He raises his eyebrow. “And that makes it better?”
“No!” The longer he stares at me, the more tongue-tied I become. “I wasn’t trying to seduce you!”
“Then what were you doing?” He looks at me with genuine curiosity, and once again I feel foolish. I can’t tell him the real reason is that I can’t stop thinking about how much tonight reminded me of how bad things could get. I want to lie, but the truth beats me to it.
“You used to be so sick,” I whisper. His eyes widen, and I look away. “When I saw you tonight, it reminded me of then.”
“I’m fine,” he says, but the lines of his face tighten. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m not that same weak boy.
