Ella

"Elijah," I whisper, "we're in a hospital. What if someone walks in?" My voice cracks slightly. I can't tell if it's because of my nerves or the cold that's been lingering for days. "Someone might get a picture, and we'd be the talk of the city."

Elijah just shrugs, leaning in closer. His eyes are locked on mine, unwavering. "I'm not afraid of what people think, Ella. I don't care."

I shake my head, trying to suppress the flutter in my chest. "You ...