"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.

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

been sick for a full day and night, and Ben had cared for her tirelessly the entire time, barely even taking

to his strong constitution, he could manage

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

hung in the air, leaving both of them

had said his share of hurtful things. He might not have meant

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

fine. It's all

had faded over time, though

Charlie?" she asked, changing

your fever. Wait until

nodded and lay back down. "You're right. He's probably asleep by now. I'll go see him around noon and bring him some

she spoke, Ben reached out, but his movement startled

you doing?" she asked,

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