Sniffling loudly, I twisted within the bed sheets in an attempt to become more comfortable. The rays of light from the window blinded me so I pulled the covers above my head to hide from daylight. Footsteps resounded through the room as Jack entered and sat himself beside me.
“I told you you shouldn’t have just walked off in the middle of the night. Now you have a horrible cold and can’t stop sneezing. I say that’s karma.”
“Oh shut up mister high and mighty,” I snapped with my nasally voice, shifting under the covers. “You’ve probably got enough STDs for karma to have bitten you in the ass too.”
He laughed “I’m clean actually, that’s what my bedside condoms are for.”
Shuddering dramatically, I squirmed around even further as the sheets clung to my clammy skin. I hated being ill, especially since normally it bought me a free day at my house with the TV all to myself. Now it just bought me a gloating Jack and a tight throat.
“Ugh I feel so disgusting,” I moaned.
My hair fell in a blonde mess around my head and stuck to the sweat on my forehead. Ever since this morning after I’d wandered out into the night I’d come down with the worst cold I’d ever had. For a few hours I’d just tried to sleep it off but a sweat had made that almost impossible.
“I bet you still look lovely,” Jack teased from above the covers.
“Bet you I look like shit.”
He laughed again and carefully pulled back the covers so I was visible to him.
“What’s the time?” I groaned out and turned away.
“About four in the afternoon,” he couldn’t stop his chuckle from vibrating through him.
“Really? I didn’t know I slept for that long. What have you done with yourself for all this time?”
“Oh you know,” he shrugged casually “I jacked off looking at porn magazines all afternoon, the usual.”
I buried my head under a pillow only to have it removed by Jack.
“You’re disgusting,” I groaned.
“Only joking,” he sniggered but when I just ignored him he continued “look Sophia I brought you some food.”
Turning around slowly, I took in the tray of steaming soup that Jack balanced on his lap. His eyes studied my drained face but I didn’t meet them because the soup had captured my attention.
“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” I joked before sitting up and grasping for the tray of chicken soup. It tasted so good that I momentarily forgot Jack was still staring at me.
“Your dimples show when you eat,” he smirked. Rolling my eyes, I shovelled another spoonful of the delicious liquid into my mouth. “And your eyebrows arch when you roll your eyes.”
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Why Won't You Fall Into My Arms?
Romance"I wouldn’t like you even if you were the last person on earth.” Sophia hates Jack Adams for all his womanizing, 'Mr Popular', jerk-off attitude. But what happens when they really are the only two people left?
