“I thought I’d lost you.” It was a whisper, and his gaze flicked to mine as if he were shocked he had said the words out loud. “You know better than that. I’m impossible to get rid of.” I shook my head with a smile playing on my lips as I threw his words back at him. “Like an infection.” He didn’t laugh or smile, and he didn’t attempt a joke as his eyes bored into mine. “If that is true…” The fear in his gaze shifted, becoming another primal emotion. “… then I wish for you to infect me.”
