“I can stream The Greatest Showman on Barry’s laptop. Do you want to watch it? I can’t promise not to sing.” My heart restarts as his head turns to the side, his eyes on me. His chin dips again, but before I can sit up to go get the laptop, he croakily says, “Stay.” “Okay,” I reply in a soft voice, taking his hand from his chest and bringing it to my lips. I press a kiss to his knuckles, waiting to see his reaction. “I’m not going anywhere.”
