My heart thudded hard enough to make me dizzy.
Mine.
She stirred with a small yawn, stretching like a lazy cat. Her eyes remained closed as she arched, the movement drawing the sheet even lower. When she finally blinked awake, her lips curved into a slow, sleepy smile.
“Good morning,” she whispered.
I didn’t even try to stop my own smile. “Good morning.”
Her gaze flicked to the plate in my hand, then back to me. “Did you… cook?”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” I said, setting the plate on the small table. “You’re going to need the strength.”
Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. She sat up carefully, but the moment her feet touched the floor, she winced, eyes squeezing shut.
Instead of guilt, pride surged through me like a wildfire. I smirked before I could stop myself.
Her eyes snapped
