"You know, you didn't have to do this for me." Natalie Avax told Dion.
They were lying on her outrageously huge bed, facing each other. Dion was propped slightly on one elbow, their faces close enough that she could stare into his beautiful black eyes.
"I know," he replied. "But I wanted to."
Natalie shouldn't even be back on campus yet. Everyone knew that. The doctors had insisted she rest, and supervision. But the hospital had felt unbearably empty and her father—busy, distant, and brilliant as always—hadn't been there.
So she came back — or more precisely to spend time with her new love interest, Dion.
He'd brought her meals, and checked her vitals over and over again. It was beginning to get annoying. But Natalie knew he was only worried about her. He kept her company and made her feel less miserable — especially after being in the spotlight in a not so positive way.
