"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.

you're feeling better and might've even had a change of heart," Ben said, his voice raspy

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

constitution, he could manage such

go of me. I was just worried you'd catch a cold sleeping here and end up

air, leaving

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. Perhaps, without even realizing

said suddenly, his tone decisive. "I was wrong before. I didn't trust you, and

expression shifted slightly, her lips twitching. "It's fine. It's all

it. Most of the hurt had faded over time, though a small twinge of discomfort

Charlie?" she asked, changing the

fine. You've just gotten over your

by now. I'll go see him around noon and bring him some of his favorite

Ben reached out, but his movement

she asked, her voice

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