Danny's POV
A week. That’s all it took for the beautiful s*x I had in the study to feel like a fever dream I had hallucinated while high on hospital morphine.
"Danny, have you packed?"
I looked up from my suitcase, scowling at the door where Chadwick was leaning. He looked effortlessly expensive in a linen shirt, his sleeves rolled up to reveal those forearms that had been pinned against his desk seven days ago. My heart did a traitorous little backflip, but I forced my face into a mask of pure annoyance.
"Yes, I have packed," I snapped, shoving a pair of crumpled swim trunks into the bag. "I still don't get why I can't just stay back. I have got friends to see..."
"You’re done with exams, you don't need them for now, Danny. And the doctor said you need the air. You have been through
