I woke up to the steady rise and fall of Mark’s chest beneath my cheek.

For a second, I didn’t move. I just lay there, wrapped in the warmth of his body, feeling his arm draped over my waist, holding me close even in sleep. His breathing was deep and even, his fever finally subsided.

Memories of Last night played in my head in flashes—his hands grabbing my waist, the feel of his mouth on mine, the way he whispered my name like it meant something.

And then… I love you.

My chest ...