Chapter 190

I gasped upon recalling what I had just said. I was just about to explain when Brandon stood up from half-kneeling by the couch. He said, "Food is ready. Get up and have something to eat." He pulled his hand away as he spoke. I realized how tightly I had been holding him. It seemed like I had held onto Brandon in my dreams instead of my parents. I had even cursed at him. I let go in embarrassment. When he raised his hand, I saw the deep imprints on the back of it from my grip. Brandon turned and walked away. I got up from the couch, feeling sticky all over. I was sweating, and it seemed that my temperature had dropped. "Put this on. Don't catch a cold." Brandon brought a blanket over. I reached out to take it, but my weak hands couldn't seem to grip it. Brandon draped the blanket over my shoulders and handed me a hot wet towel to wipe my hands. The moment brought me back to feeling like Little Maddie, sick and cared for by my parents. "Can you drink it yourself?" Brandon asked