Pretty much just little blurps of being in a relationship with Dustin Bates.
Fluff. A little bit of bad stuff.
I blame Taylor for 98% of this book.
Enjoy, my little hoes.
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Dustin glanced over at you from his side of the bed where he had taken a seat. He sighed deeply, concerned.
"Still not feeling well?" He asked with a small smile, still holding to a sliver of hope that you would say that you feel alright. However, that was not the case. You turned green, unable to answer while you grabbed the bucket beside the bed. Dustin crawled over to you and pulled your hand off your shoulders, holding it back while you emptied whatever you had left in your system.
You groaned, setting the bucket back down and curling up into his side. He kicked off his shoes, throwing his coat and hat onto the floor so he can cuddle you.
"Baby, what can I do to help?" He gently caressed your cheek, leaning in to kiss your forehead to feel if you were feverish. His eyes widened as he felt the heat radiating from your skin. He slowly untangled his body from yours as he went to grab the thermometer to test how high your temperature was. He walked back in from the bathroom and gently stuck in under your tongue. When it beeped, he looked down, hissing at the number.
"Hm?" You were curious. Something had to be the reason for how awful you felt.
"104.3," he read, setting the stick down and handing you the bottle of water you had on the beside table. You groaned, angry at the numbers.
You didn't like not feeling well. It made you feel worse, knowing how eager Dustin was to care for you. You weren't exactly thrilled about feeling so helpless and requiring someone to hold your hair back while you vomit, but you were lucky that Dustin was so willing to help you in any way he could.
"Lay down, baby. I'll go get you some Tylenol to help bring down the fever. We'll get you better in no time," he promised. You curled up in the bed, shivering at how cold you felt.
Dustin walked back in, handing you the pills to take. You swallowed them quickly, gaging as they went down. Dustin pulled the mound of blankets over your shivering body, tucking you in softly before wrapping your body with his. He kissed your feverish face, stroking your hair gently. You curled into him, desperate to be warm again. He clutched you tight, trying to warm you up.
"Do you want to go downstairs and sit by the fireplace?" He touched your face once more, looking into your eyes. You nodded, trying to nuzzle your face into his neck to steal with warmth, but he pulled back, sitting up. "I'll be right back. Don't move." He slowly got off the bed and disappeared down the stairs.
You closed your eyes and tried to relax, wanting to just sleep everything off. Dustin came back a moment later. He picked you up, holding you in your blankets and cuddling you against his chest while he walked down to the living room. He set you down on the couch gently, moving you only to slip his thighs under your head. He gently placed a cool rag on the back of your neck and started running his fingers through your hair.
His touch was gentle and his warmth radiated to your body, sending you into a calm state. You closed your eyes and let yourself feel relaxed at him. You felt fine until your stomach decided you were not meant to be comfortable for long. You sat up abruptly. Dustin grabbed a bucket from the side of the couch, putting it in front of you just in time for you to empty your stomach once more.
Dustin gently held your hair back from your face, placing kisses on your shoulders as you threw up. His free hand rubbed your back lightly, trying to provide you any comfort he could give you. You finished soon enough, spitting into the bucket before Dustin lowered the bucket off of you and handed you a glass of ginger ale. Your shaking hands took it, taking small sips to keep your stomach settled. You then lowered yourself back into Dustin's lap, shivering again. He adjusted the cold rag back on your neck, touching your forehead lightly.
"I don't feel good," you whined, closing your eyes. He sighed, pushing your hair out of your face.
"I know, baby. It's okay. You'll be okay. I'll take care of you," he promised. You curled up further into his lap, clutching the blankets to you. Your breathing eventually evened out, signalling to Dustin that you were asleep. He gently tied your hair back with the band around his wrist before turning on the TV. It was going to be a long night.
