She lay on her bed, and he rested above her. Simon raised his head and looked at her, smiling down at this woman who he’d thought about way too much. Unsure exactly what about her drew him so, only that she did. “You’re still a little sick.” It took everything in him to pull her sweatshirt down and cover those luscious orbs from his sight. “And the AC might be a little too low cause it’s cold in here.” “Oh, I don’t think I noticed.” But then she sneezed again, and he laughed. “I think my point’s been made. Why don’t you get some rest? Your body still needs it, and I’ll turn the air up a little more.” He didn’t add and he needed her body. Simon would wait until she healed completely. “Yes, you’re right.” “I usually am. Do you want to take any cold medicine?” “No, I think I’ve taken enough. Let me try to sleep on my own.” “Okay.” He stood up and helped pull the blanket out from under her holding it up while she scooted underneath.
