First Choice (Sam Wilkinson/Nash Grier)

Chapter 77

I make sure to give Sam some aspirin to reduce his fever and try to take away his headache.

"Are you going to let me go to sleep or do you have some more soup you intend to force me to eat?" He grins cockily.

"No, you can sleep." I am sitting against the headboard with my legs folded in from of me. I am busy reading some Ashton Irwin fan fiction so I won't bother him anymore. He lays down beside me, resting his head right beside my thigh and turning into his side so his face is inches away from my upper thigh. I can't tell if the proximity is as comforting to him as it is to me. I can feel his body heat radiating from him.

I unfold my legs and let them lay straight out in front of me, pulling some of the blanket from Sam to cover them.

"Will you play with my hair again?" Sam crooks his head up a little to look at me.

"Yeah, I guess I can." I pretend it's a chore but I love playing with Sam's hair more than anyone else's. It's long and soft in the front where he likes to spike it up but it's short in the back near his neck and if I run my fingers over the ends there gently I know it tickles him.

I like when he wears his hair flat the best, when it's laid across his forehead and he has to run his slim fingers through it a few times to keep it out of his eyes, I like that the best. I swoon over the way guys look with disheveled morning hair and I wish they all wore their hair that way more, especially Nash. His hair is long, much longer than Sam's, and looks so cute all floppy and swept over his eyes.

See, I can do this. I don't have to go out of my way to keep one of them out of my head while I'm with the other. I can just casually think about guy hair styles and not worry about if it's weird that I'm thinking about Nash's hair as I run my I fingers through Sam's.

I focus on the television. Another rerun so I just continue reading on my phone as I keep my right hand lazily moving through Sam's hair. His eyes are closed and he looks peaceful, his lips parted slightly. I'm not sure if he's asleep or not, so I stop moving my hand. He frowns slightly and nudges his head against my hand. I laugh softly as I begin playing with his hair again and he grins with his eyes closed.

"Sorry. I thought you were asleep." I explain. He hums but doesn't say anything, falling back asleep.

I end up falling asleep with him, the television droning in the background.

We fall asleep at sometime around 6:00 and when I wake up, it's pitch black outside and I blink hazily as I look around the room, striking light from the television hurting my eyes. Sam has moved in his sleep, curled up at the edge of the mattress with the blanket only covering his legs and his shirt riding up his stomach.

I check the time on my phone. It's 11:13.

Damn. We slept for almost 5 hours.

I get up and stretch my arms up to ceiling, groaning as I relax. I glance at Sam when he moves on the bed, sheets ruffling as he sits up and opens his eyes, straining to look at me in the dark.

I walk out of Sam's bedroom and into the bathroom, flicking on the light and shutting the door behind me. I pee and check how I look in the mirror. I've got a line of drool on one side of my face so I wet a piece of toilet paper and wipe it off. My bun is loosened, but it looks cute all floppy and messy.

"Jasmine. Can you get me some water please?" Sam's request echoes in the hallway, muffled by the closed bathroom door, and I roll my eyes at how needy he seems to be when he's sick.

"Yeah." I jog downstairs to get Sam his water, only adding a little ice because it's already cold as is. I jog back upstairs but when I walk in the room and he's asleep again. I sigh, chugging the glass halfway and setting it down on the nightstand beside him so it will be there when he wakes up. I lay down beside him at a comfortable distance, a few inches between us, grabbing the edge of the blanket wrapped around Sam and pulling gently.