Chapter 24: Sugar

When I woke up, I felt so much better. My body didn't ache as much anymore, and my throat wasn't sore at all.

I didn't know what medicine Danté gave me, but it worked.

I stretched and got up, wondering where he was.

My eyes searched the room, and there he was. He moved the chair to the window, and fell asleep on it, sitting upright.

Against my better thoughts I tiptoed towards him.

The window was open just enough for a little breeze to stir his dark hair. His long black lashes rested on his high cheekbones. His arms were crossed across his chest, which expanded and contracted in a slow, steady rhythm.

It was a bit cold, so I decided to softly close the window. I wondered if I had to get him a blanket, even if he was wearing a thick navy blue sweater.

I took the one at the foot of my bed, and covered his big body with the white fluff.

I didn't think I would be treating him this way. I shouldn't even be trusting him.