SOLANA
"You're...serious?" I breathed, searching his eyes.
He brought a hand to my face, his fingers lightly tracing along my cheekbone.
"Why? Are you afraid? Or maybe you suck at seduction as well," he droned and rolled off me smoothly. I blinked at the ceiling, flabbergasted.
He started to head to the bathroom, and that's when I sat up, blurting out the words that had been choking me, literally.
"Are you really not going to talk about what happened earlier?" I asked.
He froze.
"How bad is it? Your illness, I mean."
He lowered his gaze, his hands curling into fists.
"I'm not dying, if that's what you're afraid of. I will get better, you don't have to worry," he replied.
But that's the thing, how could I not be worried?
That question lingered on my mind as I took out the steamin
