“Okay.”
“You’re accepting it?” he asks suspiciously.
“Do I have a choice?”
He grins. “Not really.”
“But I have to warn you, I won’t be much fun.”
“You’re always fun.”
“I mean that kind of fun.”
“Ava Lindt, I’m not here for sex.”
Now it’s my turn to be suspicious. “That’s a sentence I haven’t heard from any man.”
“I’m not just any man.”
“No,” I sigh, “you’re not. You’re perfect.” I begin to sneeze. After I calm down, Sebastian presses his hand on my forehead.
“Your fever isn’t going down,” he says worriedly.
“Well, that medicine should kick in at some point.”
“It might not be strong enough. I also bought some Tylenol.”
“Ugh, I don’t want more pills.”
Sebastian laughs softly. “Are you five years old?”
“Yes, I am.”
I frown the entire time he pulls out the package of Tylenol, releasing a pill into his palm.
“Now, don’t be a bad girl, Ava.”
I open my mouth obediently and swallow it. Then I pull my sheet up to my nose, shivering. “Oh, wow,” I say. “Wow.”
“Okay, you’re starting to worry me. This is Tylenol, not some fine whiskey. Why are you so wowed by it?”
“It hasn’t kicked in yet, and my fever is stronger than whiskey. My head is swimming worse than before. Hey, the good part of being sick is that I see two of you. Twice that sexiness. Too much for my eyes to take in.”
Sebastian frowns. “You should sleep.”
“Okay. Can you lie next to me?”
When he obliges me, I cuddle against him, burying my head in his skin.
“Can you thank your family for being so nice to me?”
“I will.”
“I never had someone take care of me like that.” Damn this fever. It loosens my tongue.
“How about your mother?”
“She wasn’t around much. She worked three jobs, and taking care of