My head ached, my stomach burned and I felt like complete crap. I slowly turned over in bed and noticed that Braydon wasn't sleeping peacefully next to me. I sat up slowly, not wanting my stomach to turn into the devil and peered through the crack in our bedroom door. Braydon was walking around the kitchen busying himself with cooking breakfast. I smiled and lay back down wondering if he had known I was sick or he just didn't want to wake me when he got up. Either way, I thanked him greatly. I heard the door open quietly and tiny footsteps walking to the side of the bed. The bed dipped as his weight was added to the bed and a cold cloth applied to my forehead. I opened my eyes to look at the gorgeous boy taking care of me. He looked at me and smirked one of his most evil smirks and pulled out a thermometer.
" Turn over... they say its more accurate if you take it this way" He laughed, taking the lubrication out of the drawer and slowly pushed the thermometer into me. I gasped and bit my lip as he pressed buttons and waited for the temperature to be displayed. He jerked it and hit a spot that sent me flying into ecstasy.
" you bastard...." I gasped as I felt his eyes smiling. He took it out and fell silent. I felt him leave the bed and walk out the door. I turned around and put the cloth back on my head, pulling up the blankets up over my naked body so not to hint that I was aroused into high hell. When he returned the cloth was replaced by a cooler one and small masculine hands trailed from my forehead to my stomach. I shivered as his hands trailed down my bare chest and farther down. He grasped me firmly and made me melt into his touch. I felt the butterflies in my stomach as he touched me passionately and slowly, making me feel like the world around me was spinning and to think this was all because of a temperature..... I sighed and leaned into the touch letting the feeling overcome my body. I smiled as he cleaned me up and kissed me, telling me to go to sleep and he would wrap up my dinner for when I felt better. I smiled and pulled him in, kissing his cheek and letting him go. As I closed my eyes I heard him whisper my favorite words as he shut the door
" I love you darling...."
Forever.....
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Addicted
Fiksi Remaja" It was five years ago when I first saw him; he was sitting on a park bench in the middle of the afternoon. The perfect image of imperfection." My name is Stephen King; and I'm addicted.
