Chapter 110

"Let's get you something to change into before you develop a fever." I say to Deep. "The only thing I will do if that happens is sing to you, and my sweet voice will not heal you." I joke, starting my way to my room, holding his hand to follow me.

"I would love to hear you sing specifically for me. And contrary to your thoughts, I think your voice would be the best remedy for that." He teases.

"You, Mr. Moore, are so conny." I say as I open the door to my room, both of us walking in. Before I can walk to my small closet to find him a T-shirt, he turns me to him. "What?" I snap. I hope it is not what I am thinking. The night is still way too early to start complicating it.

"I am happy that you can afford a smile again. I am glad that you are okay. You look more at peace now, and more," he says, looking deep into my eyes.

"More what?" I implore.

"More beautiful. So free. You look more bright. That sad and confused look I saw when we first met in Mombas