The next morning, Myra woke up to Kevin beside her. She had her head pressed against his chest, his hands around her waist.
After dinner, they'd spent the rest of yesterday evening, watching TV and cuddling until she slept off and Kevin had to bring her up into his room. Despite being a little unwell, he still had the strength to carry her.
His hand on her waist twitched, and she looked up at him. His eyes were still closed so she reached up to feel his temperature.
Thank Goodness, It was totally back to normal.
Yesterday, she'd been worried that it might take a few days for him to recover but here he was already okay after a day of rest.
His face was so smooth and his lips were slightly parted in a sexy way, Myra suddenly had the urge to pull him into a deep kiss.
Instead, she traced her hands across his cheeks, down his throat, and into his pajama shirt, caressing his chest.
