The devil [UNEDITED]

▪️My cure▪️

IVY

I woke up sweating and parched. The other thing is I never get thirsty, so this was all new. I set a reminder in my phone to drink water.

It was 12 AM. His body was hugging me tightly and I somehow managed to move his hand without disturbing him.

I slowly got up and wore his shirt before slowly opening the door and closing it without making a noise. I didn't want to wake him up.

I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge to get water. I soon heard footsteps and saw a tired Cynthia walking scrunching her eyes.

She looked at my shirt.

"Please tell me you are not cheating on Leo" She said her eyes wide.

"Its Leo" I heard a voice behind me and a small chuckle.

He came inside the kitchen without a shirt and smiled at me before pecking my lips.

Cynthia switched on the light before going to grab a bottle of water for herself. She took it out and looked at me.

"Girl?!? You are sweating? What the actual fuck!" She asked surprised.

"I know! Don't even ask how!" I said.

Leo looked puzzled before starting to ask what the fuck was going on but Cynthia was much faster.

"She has a disorder called anhidrosis. "She  said giving out a huge yawn.

"Hello premed? English please" he said and she chuckled.

"Inability to sweat" she said.

"What." He said and looked at me.

"You can't sweat?" He asked looking at me.

"No, I never have. This is my first time." I said.

He raised his eyebrows.

"Woow"

I just chuckled.

Cynthia looked at me again and

"Where are your lenses?"

"I threw them away. She looks beautiful without them" he said hugging me from the side.

"I know right! She didn't listen to me when I told her" Cynthia said rolling her eyes.

Leo soon left my side and went inside the bathroom.

Cynthia pulled me inside her room. God it was dirty.

"Why did you have sex with him? He left you" She said.

"He didn't leave me. He had some work and it got extended. He wasn't able to call me. And how did you know I had-"

"I just know. Are you sure he is good for you? I don't really know if he is your type. He is filled with tattoos, he's a typical bad boy, he has a gun and you don't usually like those types right?"

"I don't need the tablets when I sleep with him, he is my medicine m, my cure" I said

Her eyes slowly widened when she realized what I was talking about.

"You Don't get the nightmares?" She asked surprised.

"I don't" I said giving her a small smile.

"Wow. That is medically impossible. "She said

"Does he know about them?" She asked and I mumbled a no.

"Are planning on telling him"

"Maybe" I said.