Elizabeth's head turned just enough for one pink iris to glare at him. Her cheeks were flushed deep, the colour bleeding down her neck and across her collarbones. "Oh. Ugh. Thank you. For the... the cleaning up thing. I can…"
She pushed herself up on shaking arms. Got about two inches off the mattress before her elbows buckled and she collapsed back down with a soft grunt.
All her energy was gone, spent.
Liam's mouth twitched. Just barely.
He slid off the bed, scooped her up with one arm under her knees, one behind her back and lifted her like she weighed nothing. Which, relative to his stats, she basically didn't. Her skin was hot against his chest, slick with sweat, and she smelled like jasmine shampoo and him. The combination did unreasonable things to his focus.
"Liam, put me down."
"No."
"I can walk."
"You literally just fell."
"That was a strategic rest."
