Jason had been so tired, and focused on getting Lauren settled last night, he’d forgotten to pull the drapes. He looked down at her. She was curled up in the center of his bed, the blankets tucked beneath her chin, the bandages still firmly in place. Thank heavens. If she opened her eyes without them, the pain would be awful. The skin on her forehead had been irritated by the chemicals, but this morning it looked much less angry and red. Hopefully, her eyes were improving as well. He’d take a good look when they put in the next dose of medicine. It was still early, barely past sunrise, and while Lauren needed to sleep, Jason couldn’t stay here with her. Not without his body betraying the feelings growing between them. He stood and closed the curtains. Shadows fell over the room with the only remaining light coming from the reflection of the sunlight off the hall floor. Leaving the bedroom, Jason made coffee and took a steaming cup out to the balcony.
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