Miles entered the room with a bouquet in hand, his face etched with worry. "What happened to you?"

It felt inappropriate to remain lying in bed, so I reached for the bedside rail, attempting to sit up. Before I could manage it, Miles was already by my side, gently pinning me against the pillows.

"I’m fine," I insisted, though I appreciated his concern. Oddly enough, I never felt self-conscious lying in bed around Ashton, but with Miles here, I suddenly felt ...