Allen
I woke up slowly, the first light of morning coming through the window. Ezra was still asleep in my arms. I stayed there for a while, just watching him. I brushed a strand of hair off his forehead gently, careful not to wake him.
My body still felt warm from the fever, but it was better now. I felt better now, thanks to my moonflower. The suppressants were doing their job, but the effects were much greater than I expected.
I thought about last night. The way Ezra had taken care of me, wiping my forehead with the cool towel, making me drink that bitter potion even when I protested.
He didn't have to do any of that. He could have chosen not to, especially with how unstable my pheromones were. But he didn't. He stayed right there, stubborn as always, making sure I was okay. It made my chest feel tight in a good way. It may not have been such a big deal, but I couldn't help but feel like he truly cares about me.
