My love,” he said, almost whispering. “God, ye do look so lovely, wi’ your great eyes all gold, and

My love,” he said, almost whispering. “God, ye do look so lovely, wi’ your great eyes all gold, and your hair so soft round your face.” He brushed his tongue across dry lips. “I knew ye must forgive me, Sassenach, once ye knew.” Once I knew? My brows shot up, but I didn’t speak; he had more to say. “I was so afraid to lose ye again, mo chridhe,” he murmured. “So afraid. I havena loved anyone but you, my Sassenach, never since the day I saw ye—but I couldna…I couldna bear…” His voice drifted off in an unintelligible mumble, and his eyes closed again, lashes lying dark against the high curve of his cheek. I sat still, wondering what I should do. As I watched, his eyes opened suddenly once again. Heavy and drowsy with fever, they sought my face. “It willna be long, Sassenach,” he said, as though reassuring me. One corner of his mouth twitched in an attempt at a smile. “Not long. Then I shall touch ye once more. I do long to touch you.” “Oh, Jamie,” I said. Moved by tenderness, I reached out and laid my hand along his burning cheek. His eyes snapped wide with shock, and he jerked bolt upright in bed, letting out a bloodcurdling yell of anguish as the movement jarred his wounded arm.“ Voyager Diana Gabaldon "Su voz se apagó en un murmullo ininteligible; volvió a cerrar los ojos. Yo me mantenía inmóvil sin saber cómo actuar. De pronto los abrió otra vez, pesados por la fiebre. —Ya no falta mucho, Sassenach —añadió para tranquilizarme, curvando la boca en un intento de sonrisa—. Ya no falta mucho. Y entonces volveré a tocarte. Tengo muchos deseos de tocarte. —Oh, Jamie —murmuré. Llevada por la ternura, alargué una mano para tocar su mejilla ardiente. Sus ojos se dilataron de espanto. Se sentó en la cama, lanzando un alarido escalofriante por el dolor que el movimiento le provocó en el brazo herido.” Viajera Diana Gabaldon -- source link

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