Olivia's POV

I lay on the bed and was breathing frantically. It felt like the fever was getting worse.

My body burned, and my eyes stung. I managed to get my phone and call André.

“Olivia?"

“André, I need…"

“Don't worry. I will be right there."

The call ended, and I waited. In a few minutes, he appeared in our room and embraced me.

My body cooled slightly as I enjoyed his skin against mine.

“It's okay. I'm here, Liv."

His mouth found mine, and he kissed me ...