She only shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. She couldn’t look at him anymore- otherwise she’d lose herself. His rough hands were so warm and gentle, it was amazing how not too long ago they were screaming bloody murder at each other.
Grasping both his wrists, she put his hands to her head, her frown deepening.
‘I was stupid.’
He blinked, then frowned softly, reversing the gesture.
'I was, too.’ He put one of her hands to his forehead, his expression lightening a little.
'Still am.’
He was feverish, feeling far too warm but not seeming to notice.
