Opening her eyes, Arabella Vanderbilt saw Joel Russo staring at her, with a lazy, sleepy gaze and a slightly lazy smile.
She moved slightly in the soft beddings, creating a gentle rustling sound.
"Feeling any better?"
His deep voice had just fallen when he leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers.
Arabella slowly blinked, uttering a soft, low laugh.
"I'm not even running a fever."
"There was a slight fever at first," Joel said, quietly resting his head against hers for a few seconds. Noticing her faint breathing was no longer labored, he rose and planted a fragrant kiss on her lips.
"Hmm." Arabella pushed against his shoulder, covering her mouth, looking up at him, her voice nasally, "You'll catch it."
Joel curled his lips into a faint smile, "I'd be more than happy to."
He pretended to lean in again for another kiss, but Arabella turned her head, dodging his attempt.
"I said no more kissing."
Seeing Arabella's demeanor, Joel chuckled softly.
