Lena looked uneasy. For almost an hour, Neil had been asleep on her lap. He looked exhausted, his breathing steady, his forehead damp with sweat. Hesitantly, Lena lifted her hand and gently pressed her palm against his skin.

“So warm…” she whispered softly. His forehead was hot, slick with perspiration.

She quickly tried to pull her hand away, but suddenly Neil’s eyes fluttered open. His faint, heavy gaze locked onto her.

“Don’t move it…” Neil’s voice was hoarse.

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