Ethan’s POV
The second time I opened my eyes, everything felt still.
The fever had passed. My body didn’t feel like it was burning from the inside anymore. My breathing was steady, not shallow and shaky like before. The pounding in my head was gone. My muscles still ached a little, but it was nothing compared to earlier.
And there she was—Elle—sleeping quietly beside me.
I turned my head on the pillow, slowly, just to look at her better. The room was dim, but there was enough light slipping through the window for me to see her face. Her lips were slightly parted, and her long lashes rested softly on her cheeks. A lock of her dark hair had fallen across her forehead, and her arm was tucked under her cheek like a child. She looked peaceful… like an angel who’d fallen asleep watching over
