𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 | 𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚎

nineteen: in sickness & health

(A/N: I figured you guys deserved a cutesy chapter for our favs and their friends so... I came to deliver! *wink, wink*)

Arielle Stevenson

Hours passed since Jordan decided to respond to Messiah's lie-filled Instagram Live, and we were all still in my house, casually laying around in the living room enjoying each other's silent company.

Each of us was doing our own thing: I was reading one of the books from the book bouquet Jordan gave me, Corey and Deni were playing a silent game of 21 Black Jacks, Kyle was asleep with his Beats on, Raya was in the kitchen baking. Halo was sitting next to Corey watching him in amusement, and Jordan...well, Jordan was busy trying to blow his nose in the bathroom, while also coughing up a storm.

It was concerning, really.
But mostly annoying.

Once he'd think he's done, he'll come sit down and then get right back up again because he'll break into a coughing fit and then have to blow his nose. It's been like this for two hours.

Nonstop.

I set my book to the side and walked down the hall until I reached the bathroom and stood in the doorway, watching Jordan as his coughing fit died down.

Once he looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror, he jumped back and I did the same, but not because he scared me, but because I could tell he was sick, and I was also trying to figure out how the hell he could still be fine as hell when he's sick!

I mean, he's got to be God's favorite..

"Fuck, you scared me!" He said, pressing his hand to his chest.

I grinned. "I bet."

I took a step forward and tilted my head to the side as I gave him a twice over. "You don't look so hot, Jordy."

Jordan frowned. "Way to blow my ego, Ari. Real nice job..."

I shoved his chest playfully. "Not like that, dummy! I mean, you look like you're sick."

"Just a little cough—." Jordan's sentence was interrupted by yet another coughing fit and a series of sneezing afterwards.

I crossed my arms. "Mhmm," I said, a smile playing on my lips. "A little cough, huh?"

Jordan grinned. "Alright, I might be a little sick," he says in defeat. "But it's your fault!"

I gasped. "Me?!"

"Yep."

"How is it my fault?!" I exclaimed, fighting back a laugh.

Jordan chuckled. "Because, you didn't let me inside! It was pouring raining after you shut your window."

I fought back a laugh as I hopped on the counter, placing the back of my hand on his forehead. "Well, I gotta make you work for it, you know?"

Jordan leaned into my touch, but frowned, raising an eyebrow. "It?"

"Yeah," I replied. "The last time we...saw each other and I let you inside...we—."

"You think I'm talking about sex?" He asked.

"Well, not entirely but kind of." I replied as I reached behind me and opened the medicine cabinet.

Jordan shook his head. "I don't give a damn about sex, Arielle. Is it great? Fuck yes. But is it my focus? No. I'm working for you. To get you. To make you mine. Simple as that."

A wave of shyness washed over me as Jordan spoke, so I busied myself with opening the bottle of Delsym and pouring the required amount into the top.

Jordan noticed and placed his index finger underneath my chin, tilting my head up, making me look at him. "You hear me?"