“Here.”
It was on her lips to say no, but she realized that she would only be doing so to be stubborn, not because she really didn’t need his help. In silence, she extended her hand and let him wrap his fingers around hers, raise her up from the bed.
Standing, though, she realized how much of a draft the back of that damn hospital gown let in. Letting go of him, she reached back to hold the stupid thing shut. A small smile touched Nasim’s lips.
“I can take care of that,” he said, and in the next instant, the hospital gown was gone, replaced by a gray T-shirt and black yoga pants. Everything was soft, comfortable cotton, soothing against her skin, exactly the sort of thing she might have picked out for a leisurely morning…not that she’d had too many of those in her life, since she’d been
