Malik wraps his arms gently around my waist, pulling my back flush against his on the thin bed. He cradles my head on his arm, ensuring my oxygen tube flows freely and unhindered with our new sleeping arrangements.
The bed dips as he lowered himself behind me, placing a soft kiss on my bald head, behind my ears, and on my neck, just the way I like it.
A soft sigh escapes my lips, and I snuggle closer to him, winching when it hurt like hell.
“Are you all right?” he asks, raising himself on an elbow, his warm breath fanning the side of my face.
“l’m used to it, Malik. But I do want to see your face. I don’t want our time together to end with me facing away from you.”