Amilah stood by the edge of Lowin's bed, her mind a chaotic whirlwind. She was searching for fresh towels, but her thoughts were anchored to the man currently absent from the room. She stared blankly at the linens, imagining the worst, the fragility of his recovery, the haunting possibility of losing him. She rubbed her temples, trying to shake the anxiety from her skull, and finally lifted her head.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her eyes widening in shock, Lowin was there.
He stood in the doorway, having entered so silently she hadn't heard the click of the lock. He didn't speak; he simply watched her. His gaze was heavy, roaming over her body with an intensity that made her skin prickle. As he slowly crossed the gap between them, Amilah noticed his Adam's apple bobbing rhythmically, h
