To Hurt Me?

THOSE wild eyes roved over her, carving out each tangle of her hair, the sparkle in her eyes, the wrinkle on her pajamas, and he reached out his hand to touch her. But instinctively, Stella pulled back and ended up falling off the bed to the floor with a heavy thud.  

"Ow!" She hissed and grabbed her head with a pained expression on her face.  

"Do you realize that I wouldn't hurt you, especially when you are sick? That is silly." Her gaze moved over, following the man's tall silhouette as he approached her. She was grabbed by the armpits and lifted off the floor with ease. "You might crack your head the next time." He sat her down on the bed on her knees and took a seat right opposite her.