Mine *don't read: being rewritten*

Chapter Twenty-Nine

(Hunter's POV)

I wake up to my phone ringing. I wouldn't be able to see the screen even if I tried; it's too bright and my eyes are still hard to keep open. "Hello?" I answer.

"Come cuddle with me." It's Riley. Her voice sounds stuffy.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because I'm sick and you love me."

"How'd you manage to get sick?" I laugh at her.

"The lady at the basketball game last night that kept sneezing and coughing on me, that's how." Riley coughs.

"Don't you have a little brother that loves to cuddle?" I ask her, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I should get up.

"But he gets sick so easily. I don't want him to get sick." She sound like a six year old.

"But you don't care if I get sick?" I slip on a t-shirt as I talk to her, stifling a yawn.

"Your immune system is better than Bryce's and mine combined. Get your ass over here." Riley laughs, but it turns into a cough. "My throat hurts," she whines.

"I'll be over in a bit." I laugh.

"Okay. Just walk in because I'm not getting up to open the door for you."

"Yes, ma'am." Riley hangs up.

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"Why'd you take so long?" Riley asks when I walk into her room.

"I had to get ready, then I figured you probably fell back asleep so I waited a little bit to come."

Riley rolls her eyes. "Get in bed."

I lie down next to her. Riley drapes an arm across my stomach, her head resting on my chest. I slip my hand under her shirt so that it's resting on her bare back.

"Shit - the one time your hands are cold!" Riley shivers slightly.

"You're really warm." I move my hand up and down on her back.

"I'm freezing and so is your hand. Stop." She laughs lightly.

I rest my hand on her stomach, and she nearly screams. "Hunter, stop!" she whines.

I laugh at her, but move my hands. I wrap both of my arms around her.

We lay there for a while. I trace patterns on Riley's back and make her guess what I'm drawing. She falls asleep after fifteen minutes of that. I play with her hair as she sleeps. She mumbles something inaudibly in her sleep.

One of her legs ends up across my own, and her head is on the other corner of the bed. Then she curls up, not even close to me anymore. I roll over to face her and lightly touch her waist. Riley rolls over, her face now buried in my chest.

"What if I only liked you because of your accent?" Riley giggles after she wakes up.

"Did you dream about that?" I ask her.

"Yeah. You lost your accent and I didn't like the way your voice sounded anymore, so I broke up with you."

"Thanks, babe. It's great to know that when my accent fades, you're going to break up with me." I kiss the top of her head.

"That is not true!" She laughs.

"Good."

We talk about nothing for a while. I ask Riley a question and she answers. I mostly ask things I already know the answer to. Her head already hurts, I don't want to make her think too much.