Leyla’s POV
He stares at me, and I stare back. We are in our own world; we are where I have dreamt a hundred times over, in this dreamland world. The world that is real and I am physically feeling him.
My head laying on his chest is raised and tilted to have a better view of his face. I live in the moment of touching and staring at him.
He picks me up off his chest so that I am in a seated position and raises his hand to switch the bed control. I sit beside him, reading his actions.
Waiting for the bed to transform into a headboard and now his back is resting on the hospital bed headboard. He tilts his body a bit and picks me off the bed and places me on his thighs and my whole-body weight is sitting on his thighs. He wants to say something but closes his mouth.
I am hoping he says
