I laughed and cried at the same time, the sound trembling out of me like it didn’t know which it wanted to be. I cupped his cheeks, my hands shaking, and kept whispering, “You’re awake… you’re really awake.”
His eyes were still clouded, yellow from the fever, and for a heartbeat, he looked like the Liam I knew, sharp, and handsomely breathtaking. But then his lashes flickered, like they were going to close again, like it was painful keeping them open in the first place “Don’t…” His voice came out soft, “…don’t cry. Not… not for me.”
I let out a laugh, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “You’re such an i***t. I thought you were dying and that’s all you can say?”
He coughed, a weak rasp that made me panic all over again. But when I moved to fetch water, his fingers brushed mine, hol
