Lila POV
He bent over me suddenly, his presence blotting out the light, and he pressed his mouth firmly against my forehead. It wasn't gentle and It wasn't soft. It was desperate.
"You scared the living hell out of me," he muttered against my skin, his breath uneven. "For a second, I thought I maybe.. but he stopped himself".
A small, weak smile curved my lips despite the pounding in my head. "What?" I teased quietly. "Don't tell me you were actually worried about me sir?"
He straightened so fast it was like I'd snapped a wire. "That's not funny," he snapped, already reaching for his jacket. In seconds, the man hovering over me was gone and replaced by Nico Fattore, sharp, controlled and untouchable. "I'm having food brought up. And you are not moving from this bed. Not an inch. Am I clear?"
Just the mention of food made my stomach roll violently. "I'm not hungry," I whispered.
