The Sound Of Love <3

Chapter 19

Leda's POV

We ended up laying on my bed watching movies for the rest of the night. Currently we were watching Beauty and The Beast.

"Why are we watching this again?" He asked. I giggled.

"Becausee youuuuu looooovvvveeeeee meeeee." I responded, kissing his cheek.

"It's a fact babe." He grinned down at me. He kissed my forehead, turning back to the movie.

I sighed at and watched as well. I curled into his side, and was engulfed by his warmth. I could never figure out why I was so cold, especially in summer. I fell asleep when Belle was realeased to go home to see her father.

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Devon POV

After the movie was over, I turned and looked at Leda. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing softly. I smiled to myself knowing I had this pretty girl in my arms. I kissed her forehead, deciding not to leave. I didn't want her to wake up, and me not be here. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

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Leda's POV

I groaned, feeling like my stomach was spinning one way when my head was spinning the opposite. I was so hot, burning hot. I kicked the covers off, and managed to crawl my way to the bathroom. I was kneeling, and let my all my stomaches contents out into the white porcelain. I groaned, and felt like I was sweating. I took off my shirt and my shorts. I laid against the tile waiting for the next urge to throw up. Every half hour I woke up, and threw up.

"Baby, you okay?" Devon came in sitting next to me on the tile, and I groaned in response. I felt his hand on my head.

"You're on fire." He said, and I felt him get up.

I heard him through my sounds of vommitting as he walked down the stairs. When he came back, I opened my eyes. I watched him as he handed me a cup, and I thankfully put it to my lips. I felt like I was just about to start dry heaving. He wet a washcloth, and put it to my forehead. I sighed in relief, and laid back on the tile. I felt like crap, and I couldn't stay awake. But I couldn't stay asleep. I mumbled words, but I couldn't understand what I was saying. I ended up talking myself to sleep.

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Devon POV

I heard this noise like a little cat was about to heave up the entire universe. I woke myself up completely, and walked into the bathroom seeing a sick Leda. She was slack against where the tile met the wall. She looked terrible. I asked her if she was okay, and she let out this weak groan, and my heart lurched. Usually when people were sick I ran the other way, but instead I sat next to her fragile body. I out my hand to her head, and she was on fire.

I thought back to when I was younger, and how my mom would take care of me before she would go to "read" in her room with her male "business partner." She would get ginerale and a washcloth. I walked down her stairs, and looked for some cups. I found gingerale, and poured the glass. I walked back up the stairs and found a washcloth. I went to her bathroom, and her eyes were glazed over. I handed her the cup, and she took a small sip. I wet a washcloth, and put it to her forehead. I sat down, and she started to talk.

"I really am in love with you, and I love your sex. Your amazing. And hot, and you make me think bad things. I really like your voice, and your kinda sexy. Oh and your amazing. I want to  be with you forever. You make Charles look like a bad kisser, and he was amazing. You're amazing. Oh and Devon I love love love love love your eyes. They make me melt, and I hate that whore. I wanted to kill her." She mumbled softly, and then she was dead quiet, escept for her soft breathing.