"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.

might've even had a change of heart," Ben said, his voice raspy

been sick for a full day and night, and Ben had cared

strong constitution, he could manage such

was just worried you'd catch

air, leaving both of them in

moments between them in the past, and Ben had said his share of hurtful things. He might not have meant them, but Jamie had taken them to heart.

suddenly, his tone decisive. "I was wrong before.

slightly, her lips twitching. "It's fine. It's all in the past. I

of the hurt had faded

Charlie?" she asked,

just gotten over your fever. Wait

I'll go

reached out, but his movement startled

you doing?" she asked,

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