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"What do you want to do?" he asked me.

"I’ll order an Uber."

He stared at me. "What are you talking about?"

"To go home. I like the bus, but even so, I couldn't possibly take it right now."

"Georgie, what are you talking about? You're not going anywhere."

"But the doctor said I should rest."

"Yes, and you will. Here. You'll alternate with the couch downstairs, and you're not leaving this house."

"You don't want to spend your entire day indoors."

He sat down on the edge of the bed, touching my face. "I want to spend the day with you. Besides, I want to keep an eye on you so I’ll know if I should call the doctor again."

Oh goodness, this didn’t feel like we were simply dating. It felt like a relationship.

"Are you sure?"

“Yes, I'm fucking sure. In fact, if you try to leave, I might just tie you to that bed."

Now that sounded interesting.

Julian looked at my cheeks and then started to laugh. "Your mind just went to sex, didn't it?"

"Hell yes."

He grinned. "Then I guess you're starting to recover."

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Julian

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Georgie slept on and off for the rest of the day. I didn't like that she was so drowsy. I kept checking her temperature and making sure she drank at the intervals the doctor suggested. I hated that I had no medical knowledge—I was not a fan of things being outside my control.

Toward the evening, she started to be much more alert and could even keep down a full meal. The doctor assured me that there was no need for another checkup.

She slept like a rock through the night, which I took as a good sign, because that meant she’d managed to keep down dinner, which was no small thing.

The next morning, I woke up at nine o'clock as usual. She was still sleeping, so I decided to prepare breakfast for both of us. Yesterday, she took a look at the fridge and pointed out that she would've loved some honey on her toast, so that was what I was making for her this morning. I didn't butter it because Dr. Charles said fat could be problematic after she'd had such a rough time, and instead I paired it with some green tea and put everything on a tray. I wanted to spoil my woman with some beignets, but the doctor had been strict about her diet, emphasizing bland foods for now. Yeah, I'd asked.

I carried the tray upstairs, and to my astonishment, she came out of the master bathroom.

"I feel alive again. What's that?" She looked at the tray.

"Breakfast in bed."

She grinned and dropped her towel, jumping on the bed completely naked.

"Take it easy."

"Nope. I feel good, and I intend to use every ounce of my energy. Honey on toast," she murmured as she noticed the contents.

"Like you wanted yesterday."

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