“You little shit,” James whispered in my ear before I even had a chance to open my eyes.

The hospital felt cold. I had no idea if it was because it was really cold inside the white hall of a room I was laying in, or whether it was because of the cold feeling I felt inside knowing he was close enough to whisper in my ear.

I could feel his hand pushing down on the bed, but I refused to open my eyes. I did not want to see him. As long as I kept my eyes closed this was nothing but a dream. He wasn’t really here. This...