"My love."
She was dreaming.
She has to be.
Her mind had gone through several stress the past few days and it was just playing with her.
"My love, please. My body is still aching, don't make me stand so I can hold you once more."
One pinch. Ouch
Second pinch. Okay, that hurt a lot more.
She was not dreaming.
Tears welled up in her eyes, as she stood up from the uncomfortable chair before rushing over to Azriel's bedside and being engulfed into a tight hug. The handsome man let out a groan, Nesryn immediately pushed back and let go but an arm around her kept her still.
"Don't go yet. Please." Nesryn's heart shattered at the choked whisper from the man, adjusting herself as Azriel slowly sat up before burying his face at the crook of her neck, and she felt a hand creeping its way over to her chest.
