Loving You With Blood

Chapter 14

~ Don't sleep without the fan on ~

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I'm sweating my fucking balls off right now. My pillow has a heater pad on something on it because it's causing me to drip with sweat, like damn.

"You move so much," a deep Italian voice grumbles, his rough hands grabbing my thighs and flipping us over so I'm pressed against the mattress with his body on top of me.

"Leonardo, I swear to god, if you don't get off me right now I will toss your ass out the window," I rasp in one breath, dramatically pushing at him.

"You were all up me on last night," he mumbles with his hot fucking breath hitting my neck.

I'm done.

"Get off," I kick him off of me and run to the bathroom to turn on the cold water, before stepping under it, fully clothed.

I'm burning right now. My arms are hot as fuck.

"Ellora, what's wrong," Leonardo asks groggily while rubbing at his eyes. His tattoos stand out but I don't pay attention when I get dizzy and sit down on the floor.

Leonardo turns off the water and pulls me out. "You have a fever," he comments after a few seconds, going from touching my forehead, checking my eyes, then touching the side of my neck and arms.

"Me? I never get fevers, got the wrong person doc," I blurt, leaning back on the shower door. He doesn't say anything as he grabs towels and wraps me up in them.

"I'm hot, not cold," I grumble, shoving the towels off me.

"You're making a tiny fever something so difficult," he mutters pulling up his sweats. He leaves me on the bathroom mat but comes backs with one of his long sleeve dress shirts and some fancy ass boxers.

"Put these on, they're light," he orders, before leaving again.

What the fuck. Did he just leave the bathroom then leave the bedroom?

Gonna kill him.

I plop the wet hoodie on the floor and shimmy my shorts off.

When I'm done getting dressed, I go wash my face and brush my teeth. My expertise hands out my hair in a bun, quickly before I go lay in bed again.

"Got you some water and breakfast," Leonardo softly says, brushing the loose hair that fell out of my bun away.

"Never mind, I won't kill you," I mutter, hugging the pillow. Leonardo laughs, a soft care free laugh, "I'd hope not, thought we passed that stage."

"You gotta eat something," he protests when I push away the breakfast sandwich, even my favorite muffin is there.

He lifts me up so I can lead against the headboard. "You're a big baby when you're sick," he murmurs, kissing my forehead then tilting my head so he can get me some water in my mouth.

"I don't wanna eat," I argue, pouting then turning over. I feel the shirt lift up around my hips, but I'm too tired to care.

"Oh my god, you're so difficult," he complains, pulling me back and making me drink more water. I take small sips, eyes closed.

"This fever is a bit extreme," I ramble, looking at the food with disgust. Leonardo grabs the muffin and cuts it in small pieces.

"I'm not leaving until you eat," he finalizes that when he sits across from me in the bed, putting me legs on the sides of him and sliding forward.

I lazily open my mouth as he slowly feeds me, my dumbass being half asleep the whole time.

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