Sleeping in His Arms

Seeing that Donovan finally understood, Genevieve finally breathed a sigh of relief. She got up to pour herself a glass of water. When she turned her head, she saw that Donovan's forehead was covered in a cold sweat.

"You're sweating so much. Is your wound okay?" While asking, Genevieve reached out and touched his forehead. "Are you running a fever?"

The temperature she felt seemed to be high, but