Our eyes locked as he gently brushed his lips against mine.

"You're still sick," he squeezed my cheek softly. "This is enough."

Suddenly, a phone ring yanked me from this sweet moment.

’Right on time as always, Victoria,’ I thought with a bitter smile.

I moved away on my own, giving him space.

Nicholas answered the phone. After listening for a few minutes, I could tell it wasn't Victoria. His tone wasn't gentle, just cold ...