"Come in," I say, as loud as I can manage.
"Hey, beautiful," he says, setting down the large bag he was carrying to come kiss me on the forehead. "I brought you a little something-something."
I raise an eyebrow at him as he opens the bag and pulls out a small tub of frozen cream puffs and a bag of Lindiar truffles.
"Oh my god!" I say, beaming. "How did you know those were my favourites?"
"I, uh, got some help from your mom."
I start to laugh, and then cough, and keep coughing.
"Faye, are you ok?" He puts a hand on my back and starts to rub circles between my shoulder blades. "Wait, here."
He takes hold of my arms and puts them above my head. Thank god my shoulder was practically healed, or that would have hurt like hell.
Surprisingly, I stop coughing soon after he had put my arms above my head. I catch my breath a little, and then say, "how did you know to put my arms above my head?"
He shrugs. "I had to babysit my little cousin a lot when I was in eighth grade, and whenever she would start to cough, I would put her arms above her head and she would stop. I thought it was worth a shot when you started coughing."
I lean my head against him. "What would I do without you?"
YOU ARE READING
The Story of Us
RomanceHow they met, how he fell appart, and how she rebuilt what they thought was broken forever.
