"Sick," I teased him, ruffling a hand through his hair. This time, I knew he wouldn't shrink away, like he had in the villa. If he was sick, we were both sick together, and there was no way else I'd rather be.

"You're making a mess of yourself," I murmured, smearing a wet spot on his chin with my thumb, my smile widening as I dragged it across his parted lips.