Sansa's POV
But I pushed lightly against his forehead with my fingers.
"That's why you're here, dumbass," I said. "Because of my accident."
I giggled right after, the sound slipping out of me too easily. My balance tilted, my body swaying as I nearly lost my footing, but he caught me before I could fall.
"Easy, Sansa," he said, his voice laced with worry. "I think you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk, silly. I'm just happy you're here," I replied, smiling, a soft laugh slipping out of me.
But Rowan didn't seem to be buying it.
So I forced myself to straighten, trying to look serious. "Seriously, I'm not drunk," I added, holding his gaze like that would make it more believable.
He exhaled deeply. "Thank God. I thought you were drunk."
I laughed again.
"Sansa—"
"What?" I cut in quickly, my expression shifting.
"And stop calling me Sansa," I said, shaking my head. "I'm not Sansa, okay? I'm not Sansa. Don't call me that."
