Chapter 42. Poker

Nathan’s POV

What just happened? Amelie had to be ok. I stared at her lying on the couch, and she seemed to be breathing better. I would lose it if something were to happen to her.

“Are you ok, Amelie?” I asked, trying to keep my voice from cracking.

She reached up and touched my face, “I’m ok, Nathan, it must have been the heat.” Amelie said as she looked into my eyes.

“You scared me,” I replied and nuzzled into her neck. She smelled incredible — that familiar scent of lilies and rain. I wanted to bask in that scent every day of my life.

Amelie smiled and tried to sit up, but I stopped her. “You need to rest,” I told her.

“Nathan, really, I’m ok,” Amelie stated, looking around the room. There were half a dozen sets of eyes on her.