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Chapter Thirty Eight

To Parker and Drayton,

38. I wish you knew how special today was.

Hayley's POV

Longer chapter ahead!

Seeing Parker sick sparked the guilt and sympathy within me. I believed it was my fault, I was the one who stopped him in the middle of a pouring shower and now he's sick whilst I'm totally fine. But now, lying beneath him pinned in his arms completely dissolved my guilt. . .well to an extent.

"Done! You look like a doll. Go look at yourself in the mirror and tell me if you still want to get a tattoo." If it weren't for the urge to murder him and the fact that he smells of vapour rub at this moment: I would have been flustered by our current situation.

Shirtless whiles trapped in his grip in this rather compromising situation would have sent me into cardiac arrest. It still can. . .it still might. When he released his grip from my hands, I knew he expected me to actually go look at myself but I used this opportunity to overpower him.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and used all my strength to flip him over, rolling him onto his side. When he did, I climbed on top of him, momentarily stopped by the flushed look that took home on his face. His cheeks were beetroot red possibly due to the shock of our current position.

Now it's your turn to feel hormonally uneasy!

I grabbed the marker from his hand in his moment of vulnerability and leaned down so that my face hovered over his. My heart was currently slamming in my chest to the point where I feared it would burst through my flesh. And the look in his eyes combined with the way he was gazing at me didn't make the situation any less tense.

Ignoring the fluttering in my stomach, I drew a moustache starting from above his lips to his cheek on both sides of his face. I then proceeded to draw a circle around his eye, marvelling at the fact that he didn't fight against it. I guess my beauty is just too striking for him to realize what I was doing.

He was still gazing up at me in awe, unaware that I was drawing an eyepatch on his face. I then drew the letters argh under his eye. You know the sound pirates make? When I was done I closed the cap over the marker and smiled down at my masterpiece. "We're even now."

Silence enveloped us as our eyes came in contact. I didn't know whether to run or remain still, it was rather difficult to put it lightly. He visibly swallowed, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down slowly, indicating that I made him nervous. What does he have to be nervous about? I'm the only one who should feel like crawling into a shell.

"Hay Bear." His voice broke through the silence. A lot more gruffer than usual. "Y-yeah?" His eyes tore away from mine then flickered to his abdomen which was occupied by me. . .I was sitting on him. When it finally dawned on me that we were in a more intimate position than I initially recalled I flew off of him, my eyes wide in shock.

"Uh-uhm you should eat your soup, y-yeah eat your soup!" I babbled as I grabbed the bowl off the table. I shoved it into his hands but carefully so that it wouldn't spill and tumbled away. "Hayley, it's okay." He laughed as I crossed the room, flushed in embarrassment.

Just shut up you ridiculously good-looking fool.

I opened his closet and smiled as I found what I had been looking for. "What are you doing?" He asked as I retrieved a long-sleeved shirt from his clothes. "Where are your socks?" I asked. Without questioning me again he motioned towards his draw.

I grabbed everything that I needed, including a beanie I found sitting on his computer desk. "When you're sick you need to be covered from head to toe so you can sweat it out. You're in a t-shirt with no socks, no long sleeves and nothing to cover your head. Put them on, drink your soup and lay back. Sleep is also beneficial for recovery.