45. A JOCK?

They got into his room, Emery marveled because it was different from what she had envisioned; the room was very big, and properly cleaned. There was a king-sized bed, a loveseat, and a Coffee table there. The sheets on the bed were so white. She sat atop the bed and looked at him.

"Your room is beautiful, boyish in a way though." She pointed at the hockey posters that were attached to the walls. "How come I have never seen you watch hockey, you seem to love it as a kid." She said.

"I lost interest," he sat close to her. "It's been a long time here."

"Benhail," she took his hands in hers and gave them a gentle squeeze. "I don't want to talk about it, but does Cecilia know about your health?" Her eyes were focused on his hand that was on hers.

His eyes darkened at her question, he shook his head. "No one apart from you and Liam knows about this." He retorted, holding her hand tighter. "She worries too much, I can't add to her worries. And didn't I tell you not to talk about it?"

"Now,