When she opened her eyes, everything was in a blur. Her head started to pound the moment she tried to get up, and a warmth on her shoulder spread to her whole body.
"Stay still." The masculine voice said and she looked for its source.
"Anthony?" She called in a weak voice.
"Yeah. It's me." he said. She smiled.
She was almost sure that it was nothing but a dream. Why would Anthony be around her, talking to her? He could never. He hated her. He had said it himself.
But then, what if she was hallucinating? She would enjoy the 'moment' with him anyway. Because in the end, that was all she could hope for. Anthony Bedwick would never talk to her ever again.
