Victoria couldn't remember the last time she felt this good. She woke up feeling relaxed and calm. The fact that Conrad was laying next to her made it even better. Actually, it made it worse. Much worse.
After almost a week, she knew she was feeling better. That's what made it worse. She didn't want a speedy recovery. She wanted to stay in bed with Conrad all day. And possibly all night.
She remained silent because he was still asleep, but internally she was screaming at herself. It wasn't supposed to be this way. She hated Conrad. That's how it was supposed to be. They were like Tom and Jerry, battling one another and always searching for a new way to torture the other. But lately, they'd been acting like lovers. She couldn't figure a single ulterior motive for him to have asked about David. Was he trying to hurt her? Looking for information to use against her? If so, why did he tell her that he saw her the same way as David? Was he using her sickness as a ruse for a bigger scheme?
"Good morning, how do you feel?" Conrad asked, forcing her to jump. "I'm sorry if I scared you."
"I feel about the same. I was just lost in thought."
"If something's on your mind, I've been told I'm a pretty good listener." He offered. He knew there was something plaguing her mind. She was pale as a ghost and he didn't think the flu was entirely to blame.
"No, just my mind playing tricks on me. I think this medication is getting to me."
"I'd say give it a few more days and you should feel good as new." Conrad said as he let his thumb brush over her cheek.
"Exactly. Just a few more days." She replied, struggling to understand why uttering those words made her want to cry.