Wanda
We had been back in Gideon's apartment from the hospital for a few days. Since we had returned, Gideon had not left my side. My injuries were healing steadily and I was able to do things myself again, but Gideon still insisted on carrying me everywhere. He didn't leave my side, except to quickly get something from the kitchen or the library.
Gideon was very different with me than he had been just a week ago.
It was as if he was constantly afraid that I would disappear. That's why we had a big discussion the first night.
Gideon had looked at me sternly, and even though I didn't want to admit it, he had looked incredibly hot doing so.
I had looked at him just as sternly, but I knew I would lose the battle.
Gideon had refused to sleep in another room, but I had refused to sleep in
