"Jamie, you need to get better. You still haven't given me an answer."

Sitting by her bedside, Ben held Jamie's hand, its warmth unnaturally high. He pressed her hand to his cheek, gently rubbing against it.

Jamie woke up in the middle of the night.

This time, the throbbing in her head had lessened, though she was still groggy as she scanned her surroundings.

Her eyes landed on Ben, slumped in a chair by her bed.

He hadn't changed his clothes or even covered himself with a blanket. The man who was always so meticulous about his appearance now sat there in a rumpled, wrinkled shirt.

Jamie stared at him for a moment, her mind blank. Before she realized it, her hand had moved, brushing against his chiseled face.

The light flutter of his lashes snapped her back to awareness. She quickly tried to pull her hand away, but it was too late. He had already caught her.

thing after waking up? Looks like you're feeling better and might've even had a change of heart," Ben said, his voice raspy and thick with

night, and Ben had cared for her tirelessly the entire time, barely even taking a sip of

to his strong constitution, he could manage

froze, caught red-handed, and awkwardly blurted out, "Let go of me. I was just worried you'd catch a cold sleeping here and end

hung in the air, leaving both

not have meant them, but Jamie had taken them to heart.

sorry," Ben said suddenly, his tone decisive. "I was wrong

lips twitching. "It's fine. It's all in the past. I don't care

of the hurt had faded over time, though a small twinge of

Charlie?" she asked, changing the

gotten over your fever. Wait

right. He's probably asleep by now. I'll go see

Ben reached out, but his movement startled Jamie. She instinctively flinched,

are you doing?" she asked, her

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