Pulling her arms above her head, Jocelyn stretched her back before exhaling heavily and sitting down on the chair she had dragged to the guest room days ago.
Her mind was again buzzing with questions. What was she going to do with Gabriel? She had asked herself that same question countless times, but still, no answers came.
The man was still incapacitated, like a rag doll on the bed, and she was beyond worried. Not only that, but his presence was also taking its toll on her physically. Her back ached from sleeping in the chair in the guest room instead of enjoying her very comfortable bed on the other side of the house.
Sensations she hadn’t felt in months assaulted her every time she had to clean and change him. She knew his unique scent under all the medicine and disinfectant like
