“Just rest. I’ll be right over here if you need me.”
I grab onto his hand when he goes to move away and bring his hand back to my head.
I’ll regret this later. Right now, I just want this.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, and Whit freezes, his hand in mine.
“Okay,” he says softly, and then I feel his fingers move through my hair, massaging my scalp lightly.
And through the haze of the fever, I let his hands lull me to sleep.
* * *
I wake up feverish and shivering. I’m so damn cold.
I don’t ever remember having a fever before. It’s the worst.
How do kids do it? They’re sick all the time with this shit.
All I want is to warm up, to stop shaking so badly. My teeth chatter and clank together, and my entire body hurts from the strain of it.
Stumbling out of bed, I move toward Whit. Where he’s sleeping on his double bed. He looks good in the shadows. Peaceful.
Until I wake him up by looming like a creeper.
“Hell,” he mutters, shooting upright in bed. He presses a hand to his chest, probably to ease the heart attack I caused.
I shift before him, my entire body vibrating with the chills.
I’m pretty sure I am not wearing pants. Glancing down, I realize I’m not.
Too sick to care, though.
What’s a little cock when you’re dying?
“Caleb, are you okay?” Whit asks, his voice sleepy and concerned.
“I’m so…fucking cold. Can’t…stop shaking.”
Whit fumbles with the sheets on his bed and pulls the covers back.
“Come here.”
“I’m naked,” I protest half-heartedly but slide in next to him anyway.
I’ll regret it all later. When I’m not sick. Then I'll dissect the fact that I was nude, cuddling with a man I’m pretty sure hates me.
“You’re sick,” he says, pulling the covers over us both, and I don’t hesitate to wrap myself around him. Like a human candy wrapper. My leg goes over his thigh, and my arms slide around his torso. I’m half on top of him, my dick squished between us.
But I am so out of it I don’t even care.
Instead, I bury my face in his neck and sigh as his warmth permeates me.
“Why do you smell so good?” I mutter, and then before he can answer, I fall fast asleep.
CHAPTERTWO
Ihave visions of things over the next few days. Or is it hours? I’m not sure because I’m so out of it, waking only to have Whit spoon feed me soup and then berate me into drinking water. Why is it so sexy when he scowls at me?