You heard a small knock on your door. "Y/N! Wake up! It's Saturday! Let's go do something together!" Your boyfriend, Nash Grier, smiled while standing at the door. You broke out in a coughing fit. "Y/N, baby! What's wrong?" Nash rushed over to your bedside and looked at you with a worried expression. "I-I'm fine, Nash. My throat just hurts. And so does everything else...," You coughed again. "You're sick, Y/N. How about you just stay in bed and I'll take care of you?" Nash smiled at you. "No, Nash. I can't let you risk getting sick," You sniffled. "I don't care. You're sick, I wanna be with you. Nothing will keep me from you. Especially a little virus," Nash said and kissed your forehead. You smiled weakly. Nash was all you've ever wanted and more. "I love you, Nash," You said and coughed. He smiled, but his eyes showed concern and worry. "I love you more, baby."
"Will you go get me some medicine in the kitchen?" You asked. "Of course," Nash said and left the room to find your meds. You slowly got up, feeling uneasy. Oh no. You rushed to the bathroom and bent over the toilet. Instantly, everything you'd had for dinner last night came back up. Your legs got weak and you fell to your knees. You hated throwing up; probably more than anyone. Nash rushed in. "Y/N!" He said and got down beside you. He held your hair and rubbed your back until you stopped. "Nash, please don't think that you have to do this," You said and wiped your mouth with a tissue. "I want to, okay? I want to take care of you, baby. I love you," Nash let go of your hair, but left his hand on your back. You smiled and stood up. Nash looked you up and down, licking his lips. "Nash! Stop it," you giggled, "You know I'm too sick to do anything. Especially sex!"
Nash grinned. He wrapped you in a tight hug. "I know, but sometimes, I just can't help myself, Y/N. You're irresistible." Nash put his hands under your shirt while you were still hugging. "Nash!" You squealed with laughter. He pulled your shirt over your head and left you in a bra and plaid pajama pants that were big on you. Nash smiled at you. You covered up your breasts shyly. No boyfriend you'd ever had got this far. Nash gently removed your arms from your chest and kissed your forehead. "You're so beautiful. Your face, your body, your personality," Nash whispered in your ear. His hot breathe sent shivers down your back. "Nash..." You mumbled. He put his hand on your cheek and drew circles with his thumb. You looked up at him with wide eyes. He was flawless. He started to kiss your neck. That's when your knees went weak. Nash caught you and you could feel him smile. He put his hands on your waist and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He continued to kiss your neck. You ran your fingers through his hair. "Y/N..." Nash mumbled and nibbled on your ear. You let a slight moan escape your lips. "Nash...I'm too sick...for this," You were breathing fast. He looked straight into your eyes. "I want you, Y/N." You nodded, even though you were sick, you knew you wanted him, too.
