CLAIRE
Sleep was clearly eluding me once more tonight. Unlike during my night shifts at the hospital, where fatigue would eventually take over, I found myself tossing and turning in bed for what felt like the hundredth time. The sheets were twisted around my legs, and my ankle throbbed in dull, irritating waves. The room was dim and silent, yet my mind was anything but calm. Every time I shut my eyes, Eros appeared in my thoughts, his hand resting on my ankle, his forearm propped on the mattress, his voice gentle as he instructed me to keep the ice on for twenty minutes.
What an infuriating man. Infuriatingly kind.
With a groan, I rolled onto my back, gazing up at the ceiling. My phone sat on the nightstand, its screen dark and silently judging me. Earlier that evening, I had ignored L
