A hand gently wrapped around his wrist and carefully lifted it away from his stomach before another warm hand settled over the spot where the pain was strongest.
Slowly, that hand began rubbing his stomach in slow, soothing circles.
The touch was instantly familiar, the weight of those fingers, the warmth radiating from the palm.
Adrian knew exactly who it was. He knew who was sitting beside him on the edge of the sofa. But at that moment, the pain twisting through his body and the crushing exhaustion brought on by the fever left him with no strength to care or push the hand away.
With quiet familiarity, deft fingers moved to the buttons of his suit jacket and shirt, undoing them one by one. The warm hand slipped beneath the fabric and came to rest against Adrian's heated skin, continuing the slow, comforting circles over his aching stomach.
