Ella Jackson felt her consciousness being stripped away bit by bit. Looking at Collins Aiden before her was like staring at a massive block of ice, continuously wondering if embracing him would cool her down a bit...
Just as she was nearing her limit, Collins finally stepped forward and touched her forehead.
"Ella, your forehead is burning up. Are you uncomfortable?" Collins lifted her into his arms and turned towards the Bedroom, intending to place her on the Bed. As he was about to reach for the Quilt, Ella caught his Neck with her hand.
"Collins, don't go..." Her low Voice, like the whine of a wounded animal, was filled with a thick sense of insecurity.
The arm that twined around his Neck was delicate and seemingly boneless, easily entangling itself around Collins's heart.
"I'm not going anywhere." Collins cradled her slender body in his arms, his large hand stroking through her hair.
