Silence was the best strategy in moments like this, so I closed my eyes and ignored him.

Ashton continued rubbing my foot, the warm and ticklish sensation spreading through me. I couldn't tell if it was the fever or his care, but it tugged at something deep within my heart.

Today, Ashton had inadvertently made me relive the time when my parents were still around. Those memories were warm yet tinged with sadness, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my ...