I stretch and yawn, feeling the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. As I sit up, my hair, tousled from a night's rest, frames my face in a disheveled dance. What day is it? I wondered. I reached for my phone on my nightable and the screen lightened showing November 29th. Thankfully time's going by normally. And I was able to work things out with Carden yesterday too. And he was worried for me. The thought enlightened my mood, making me energetic enough to jump out of bed.
I should go check on his health now.
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The morning light casts a soft glow, revealing him sitting there with a certain disheveled charm. His tousled hair and the relaxed lines on his face create an endearing yet slightly unkempt allure. Despite the apparent disarray, there's a captivating warmth to his presence, and I find myself momentarily captivated by the sight of him. My concern for his health lingers, but the sight of him, just woken up and yet undeniably attractive, makes me lost in thoughts for a minute.
"Did you sleep well?" I smiled. Holding in his words for a second as he looks up at me, and his gaze is unexpectedly cold. The warmth I had sensed dissipates, replaced by an icy reserve. It's a stark contrast to the disheveled charm I had noticed earlier. "No."
I lowered onto his bed level and asked alerted "Are you feeling sick?" As I look at him closely, my eyes catch something unusual on his neck – a subtle mark, almost imperceptible but enough to raise questions. "Wait you're neck-" I reached out my hand to inspect the mark, but halting me in my action he took a hold of my wrist "Cut that out."
Carden's cold gaze intensifies, and as I approach, concern etched on my face, he speaks with a stern warning. "If you touch me, I'll touch you back in the same way, remember?" The words hang in the air, laden with an unexpected edge that catches me off guard. I fall back into place, stretching the distance between us. But he was so nice yesterday.
"I'm just checking your health today. You agreed I can do this every day."
He shifted around in his seat "I just slept in the wrong position yesterday, my neck's a little stiff. Happy now?" He said standing up making me wander furthur. "That's all. I'll be completely fine after I wake up tomorrow." He said walking up to his restroom. "Are you going to drive to work yourself?" What if he gets into a ar accident because of his neck? He halted in his steps turning his head slightly back to me. The words shifted onto his lips bount to be left when I raised a concerning gaze. "I'll call a chauffeur."
"Great!"
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As I catch sight of Carden returning from work, exhaustion etched across his face, a wave of worry washes over me. The lines of weariness are evident, and his shoulders carry the burden of a challenging day. Concern replaces the initial joy of seeing him, and I can't help but feel a pang of empathy for the fatigue he wears.
Rushing to his side, I greet him with a soft, "Welcome back." The worry in my eyes doesn't go unnoticed as I inquire, "Are you okay? You look exhausted."
Carden, weariness evident in his voice, tiredly responds, "It's because I got back from work." a flicker of concern deepens in my eyes.
"You're not sick, are you?" I ask, my worry escalating. The exhaustion in his demeanor sparks a heightened sense of care, and I'm eager to ensure that his well-being isn't compromised by more than just a taxing workday. "What about your neck?" I rush over to him to see if the subtle mark was still on his neck. However, in the midst of my approach, he inadvertently bumps into me. The unexpected collision momentarily startles both of us, and a hushed pause settles in the air.
Gathering my composure, I step back, my worry now mixed with a tinge of surprise. "My neck's better now. It'll be fine after I sleep. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. I don't feel sick at all. I'm just a little sleepy, that's all.
