Mia woke up with a start, momentarily confused by the warm body next to her. The events of the previous night came rushing back—Harry's unexpected arrival, his fever, their confessions of love. She turned carefully to look at him, still asleep and looking more peaceful than she'd ever seen him.

"Harry," she whispered, gently touching his shoulder. "It's morning."

His eyes fluttered open, confusion crossing his face before recognition set in. "Mia." Her name on his lips sounded like a ...