“Hi Max,” Lark brushed the hair off his forehead and then pressed a kiss to it. “I love you. You need to wake up so I can tell you off for being stupid.” He slowly opened one eye and she gasped, “good morning.”
“Kiss me again,” he whispered puckering his lips as his eyes closed again.
She leaned over and kissed his mouth softly. “You scared the hell out of us Maximilian Villeneuve. I need to get the nurse and your mom and let them know you’re awake.” She reached for the swabs she’d been dunking in water and brushing his lips and wiped them and smiled when he licked it off. She started to get up to leave but both of his eyes opened, and he stared straight at her.
“Not yet,” he protested his fingers flexing. “I want to talk to you.”
“Max they’re all worried.”
“Don’t leave me.”
“I love
