Band Obsessed

Richard Camacho

"Richard?!"

"Sí?!" I heard him yell back.

"Come back to bed! I'm cold!" I yelled and he walked back into our bedroom.

We've been together for about a year and a half now, so.

"Babe, how are you cold? It's 96°F (35°C) out? Are you feeling okay?" He asked me.

He felt my forehead and his facial expression changed from happy to concerned.

"I think you have a fever!" He said.

He left the room and came back with a thermometer to take my temperature.

"My poor baby, you have a 102°F (38°C) fever! I am staying home today to take care of you!" Richard told me.

"No, I don't wanna to miss the studio and I don't want to get you sick!" I said.

"Too bad, you have a very high fever and I am going to take care of you!" He told me.

"Fine, te amo."

"Te amo." He smiled at me.