Lyra

I woke up slowly, enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and comfort with Ryan's strong body wrapped around mine. His arm, corded with muscle, was heavy but reassuring around my waist. I shook with silent laughter as his soft snoring danced strands of my hair across my face.

For the past three days, Ryan had insisted that I stay with him in his home while I recovered. He had been attentive and caring, bathing me, ensuring I ate well, and even helping me with the homework ...