Mine *don't read: being rewritten*

Chapter Thirty

Riley's POV

I take a pillow and set it in Hunter's lap, laying my head down on it. Gently, he runs his fingers through my hair. I roll over on my back and look at Hunter. "Watch the movie!" He laughs and points at the screen.

"But it's more fun to watch you," I say quietly.

"It's such a great movie," he tells me.

"I'm sure it is."

"You would be if you watched it."

"But you're cuter."

"Good to know that I'm cuter than a cartoon."

"There are actually a lot of animated characters that are really cute. Like cuter than you cute."

"But they can't kiss you." He leans down, pressing a firm but sweet kiss to my lips.

"No. Because they're make believe. You aren't, unless this is all something I made up in my head. In that case, we would have a problem." I laugh. "Are you make believe?"

"I could be. You wouldn't know if I was. Because if I really was, then you would also be making this answer up in your head. This could all be a dream, really."

"Yeah, but it could be a dream for you, too."

"This is making my head hurt."

"My head already hurts."

"How 'bout we stop talking about this."

"You should kiss me."

"Okay."

Hunter kisses me again. Then, we actually watch the movie. I try not to fall asleep, but my eyes are too hard to keep open. I drift in and out of sleep, not even knowing what's going on in the movie.

"You didn't even watch the movie," Hunter whines when it's over.

"I'm tired and sick, cut me some slack." He rolls eyes at me. "My throat hurts," I complain.

"You know, instead of complaining about it, you could take some medicine."

"But it's so far away," I say, my voice childish.

"You're an idiot." Hunter moves my head from his lap and stands up.

"Maybe, but that makes you the boyfriend of an idiot, which is no better." I giggle.

"That makes absolutely no sense," he says from the kitchen.

"I'm cooooold," I whine.

"Awh, my poor baby," Hunter coos. He comes back a minute later with a glass of water and two pills in his hand. "This isn't gonna help make you warmer, but it'll help your head." He laughs.

I take the medicine and water from him. "That's cold," I say like a child when I take a drink of the water.

"Suck it up." Hunter kisses my temple and wraps an arm around me. His fingertips are cold against my arm.

"Why are your hands so cold?" I ask him. "Your hands are never cold."

"I don't know. It's kind of cold outside. Maybe that's why?" It's supposed to be a statement, but he says it as a question.

"Are you cold-blooded?" I laugh, hitting Hunter's arm.

"Yes, Riley Ann. I'm cold-blooded." He rolls his eyes. "You're an idiot."

"I am not an idiot," I say sarcastically. I cross my arms dramatically.

"Sometimes I swear you're a three-year-old trapped in a nineteen-year-old's body." Hunter shakes his head and laughs a little.