At the sight of Kestrel, stretched out in the chair beside her bed, Sparrow grinned madly. Something she did a lot these days. “Did you sleep here all night again?” she asked, propping herself up. “Would you have preferred me in your hospital bed?” Sparrow smiled. Again. Then lowered her eyes, hoping to hide exactly how very much she would have loved to feel him crowding the small bed beside her. The sound of leather stretching echoed in the room as Kestrel stood. His booted heels clicked on the linoleum floor, followed by a distinct metal clink. “You’re blushing, love.” “Stop it,” she hushed, her gaze self-consciously flitting about the infirmary. “They’ll hear you.” “Let them.” He bent over her. Tilting her chin with his thumb and forefinger, he placed a soft, sweet kiss on her lips. “They’ll see you, too.” He smiled, the sight stealing her breath. “Do you really mind?” “Not one bit,” she said with a grin. “I’m sorry,” a voice called from the door.
