Unexpected

Chapter 62.

"I think my mum used to have a thermometer in the bathroom.." Albert says standing up from the bed running to the hallway.

"Here," Albert sits beside me.

"How do you still have all of those things after you moved to London?"

"I don't know.. My mum just didn't bring them with us," Albert shrugs as he quickly removes the cover of the thermometer.

"Okay, let me see your arm, please,"

"I think we'll have to wait five minutes. This old shit doesn't do the 'beep' thing. Waiting this whole fucking time you'll surely die from high fever," Albert grumbles to the small box in his hands and I chuckle.

"It's fine, we can wait," I rest my hand on his knee and he gives me a small smile.

"I'll set an alarm on my phone. When it rings let me know." Albert stands up from the bed leaving me alone in his bedroom.

What is happening with him?

Albert's POV.

Oh no. Fucking no. This can't be happening. When I felt her forehead burning on my hand my blood ran out of cold. She can't be sick. Now that we ran away from everything she's temperature spike.

I'm so worried about her. I just don't know what she might have.. Just a simple flu? What if she has to go to the Hospital? The first time that she didn't run away from me, that she didn't leave me and chose to come with me, this shit happens.

As I'm about to go upstairs I hear her voice calling me.

"I'm coming, babe," I say as I spot her seated on my bed.

She removes the thermometer from her arm and she looks at me with a worried expression.

"What?" My voice is shaky as I step near her.

"I'm with thirty-nine degrees.." Emily looks at the thermometer again.

"Fucking hell! Thirty-nine? Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure, Albert." She tools her eyes in annoyance and I apologise.

"Emily we have to go to some doctor or fucking hospital right now.." I tell her while walking in circles like a damn cockroach.

"Hospital? This is not that big of a deal Albert. Would you just calm down, please?" She holds my arm with a smile.

"I wasn't asking you. We're going." I try to make an angry tone so she can listen to me for once.

"Albert, I'm fine! I'm not dying." She laughs standing up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" I follow her movements to the door.

"Can I take a shower?" Emily crosses her arms on her chest.

"Um, yes, but we have to go now, Emily. You can have some virus or worst and we're not in London so we can't just call your parents."

"Call my parents?"

"Yes, you are sick, we have to go to the hospital," I soften my tone, because the last thing I want is to piss her off.

"Albert, I'm going to take a cold shower and then if the temperature remains the same we'll go, alright?"

I sigh and just nod at her.

I hear the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom.

"Albert, are you there?" Emily asks me through the white curtain as I close the door behind me.

"Yes. I'm sorry." I sit on the floor next to the tub.

"It's okay. You're just worried. Thank you." Emily says in a sweet voice that is almost inaudible with the sound of the water.

"Just please promise me that after you take a shower you'll measure your temperature again."

"I will." She tells me and I sigh in relief. She's so stubborn sometimes but I'm glad she's being calm about this.

"I love you. You know that, don't you?" I look at her even not being able to see her.

"I know. I love you too." She says and the water stops.

She stays in silence behind the white curtain. I'm in the bathroom and she's naked. Jesus Christ.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave." I stand up from the floor.

"Actually, could you hand me the towel?" I hear her say and my pulse is erupting.

"Of course." I stumble and quickly hand her the towel above the curtain.

"Thanks" She says opening the only thing that was separating us, standing in front of me with just a white towel around her body. Oh my fucking god.

I can't stop staring at the way her soaked hair is resting on her shoulder. The line of her body on the fabric of the white towel is killing the last bit of self control I have last. Jesus.

She crosses her arms on her chest and her cheeks are blushing.

Emily's POV.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you." Albert says in a lower voice looking at me.

This made me remind of when I kissed him in my bathroom, he had only a towel covering his waist. He told me it was normal since I'm his girlfriend to see him in that way.

"You're not embarassing me, you're my boyfriend. It's normal." I give him a flushed smile and he cheekily lifts up and down his eyebrow at me.

"Are you sure? I don't need to be told twice.." Albert approaches to me with a mischievous smile making me laugh.

He wraps his arms around me and kisses my collarbone.

He keeps letting small kisses on my neck giving me goosebumps.

I wrap my arm around his neck and my subconscious keeps remind me that I'm only with a towel.

Albert grabs my hair with his hand and leaves small kisses on my shoulder.

I caress his curls and he buries his face into my neck.

I feel his hand on my back running to my towel.

"I wish I could just simply take this towel off of you," He tells me and the heat slaps my cheeks again.

I look up at him and his eyes are darker and his pupils are dilated while he hungrily stares at me.

He strokes my lips with his thumb and I sigh with his touch.

"Albert?" I breathe, my voice betraying me.

"Yeah?" I can feel his heart beating wildly on his chest.

"I think it's better to measure my temperature.." I tell him with a flushed smile and he chuckles with his forehead against mine.

"That's why." He cups my cheeks and presses a gentle kiss on my forehead while chuckling.