Sebastian let out a breath that was meant to be a laugh, but ended in a dry cough. He pushed himself up slowly, ignoring the discomfort, until he was half-sitting against the pillows. His open shirt revealed his firm torso, and the maturity of his shoulders contrasted sharply with the vulnerability in his eyes.
“It wasn’t a whim, Gia,” he said, fixing his gaze on mine with a seriousness that took my breath away. “I told you before we left this room, and I’ll tell you again now that I can think clearly: I’d do worse than walk in the rain if it guaranteed you a minute of peace. I don’t give a damn about the fever.”
I bit my inner cheek, remembering his delirious words from the early morning. “I loved seeing you bite your inner cheek when I was unbearable…” The memory sent a shiver down my
