Morgan's POV
"You're home early." I said to Winston as soon as he stepped through the door.
"And you're right where I left you." He said with a smile which I returned generously, walking towards me and placing his bag on the table at the centre of the sitting room before placing a hand on my forehead. I didn't tear my eyes away from his face as he checks to see if my fever still persisted. He ducked in a breath before barely sitting on the couch.
"You're getting..." He paused before saying. "Your fever still has a hold on you." He finished. "Did you take the pills and the syrup?" I nodded. Still not tearing my gaze from him.
Why had he come home early? "I hope you didn't have to come home early because of me."
He chuckled. "And if I happened to?" I as about to straighten myself when
