ALEX

LOVE

 I love when Chris wakes up in the morning and sits at the edge of the bed trying to still get a sense of his surroundings. I love leaning my body against his back as his warmth swallows me in.

I love how he grabs me and pulls me underneath his armpits where he kisses my cheeks until they turn red out of laughter.

Oh my God, I think that I am....falling for the guy. And it only took one awkward night at Molly's to figure this out.

Today though Chris isn't feeling too well. He's come up with the flu and hasn't gotten out of bed all day. Chris is running a fever that he can't seem to break. I'm worried. And the more I stand here near the doorway watching him, I'm only stirring my anxiety.

"Babe," I hear.

Good God, finally Chris is talking. I thought that he was dead for a moment.

"Yeah," I rush to his side as I sit along the rims of the bed.

He's sweating and the bed is drench. The man is drowning himself involuntarily.

"I need some water," he begs, his eyes are still shut as I watch him shiver slightly.

That's it, I'm calling his mother. I know that the woman doesn't like me but I can't just stand here and watch her son die slowly.

"Ok, I'm calling up your mother," I warn him. Every time that woman is around there seems to be a battle between her and I.

Chris whisks a smile. Ha, he finds this amusing. I smack the back of his head and kiss his damp hair.

"A little TLC please, don't be so rough. You're damaging precious goods," he manages to joke around before falling back to sleep.

I stand back up and head for the doorway. I look back for a second before making my way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

Upon my return to the bedroom I sit the glass of water on the nightstand. I shake him a few times to let him know that his dry spell is over and that I've grabbed his glass of water, but Chris doesn't budge.

Now there I go wobbling all over the place trying to get a damp towel to place over his head. Last time I checked he was a hundred and two degrees.

"Don't go dying on me now, I can't be without a baby daddy," I mumble as I caress his cheek.

He is flushed. If he weren't sweating so bad I'd pull out my eyeshadow kit and masquerade all over his face a feminine look.

He's beautiful underneath my touch. From his dry lips to his eyelashes. The bristles of hair on his face down to the pigment of his flushed skin. What the hell was I thinking last night leaving him all alone in order to be with Molly?

I am shook by the moment as I freeze in time admiring the man that has worked so hard for my attention, his unconditional love he's giving and I have never taking the time to receive it.

I can't live without...Chris.

"I love you," I whisper before making my way back out of the room again, but before I can step out I can hear him groaning in his sleep.

"What happened last night for you to say that you love me," he asks.

My eyes open wide.

What do I say....