I shook my head softly. “I’m fine. You should have the soup first.” Brian looked momentarily puzzled but obediently lifted the thermos, finishing the soup in one go. His amber eyes gleamed with a mixture of warmth and urgency and his lips, flushed pink from the warm broth, glistened in the soft light. He held up the empty container with a boyish grin and said, “Finished it.” Taking my hand, Brian led me into the balcony. His voice was tender, almost reverent. “Thank you for the meal. Why don’t you take a little rest?” He coaxed me onto the large bed in the room, tucking me under the thick, luxurious comforter. Then he settled in beside me, pulling me into his arms. His chin rested lightly on the top of my head, his embrace firm and reassuring. “Still cold?” he murmured against my hair. I gave a faint hum of acknowledgment, closing my eyes to the comforting sound of his heartbeat. Time seemed to blur as I lay there, cocooned in his warmth. But soon, the soft, steady rhythm of his
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