42

WILLOW

I swallow hard as I stare at him. This is just a contract.

"Have you?" I ask not to complete my sentence.

"There is a huge difference between falling in love with you and caring about your fucking well being," He says with his hands by the side of my head.

"I am sorry for asking you such a stupid question," I say as I look away.

"It's fine, get some rest. Everyone has been trying to reach you, I kept on telling them that you left the city for a few days," He says before he pulls the cover over my body.

"Rest, I will get you something to eat," He says before he moves away. He shuts the door behind him and I lean my head back.

He ought to stop carrying me like, all I can think of is the hard muscles of his body. The way they flex everytime he carries me off the floor.

After a while of waiting, counting how many squares were up. He finally arrived with a tray of sandwiches and apple juice.

"Sit up, let me feed you," He says and obeys immediately.

"You are the last person I can c