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you lay in your bed, sound asleep, just until notifications started blowing up your phone. you prayed it wasn’t anybody asking for you to come i to work; but nonetheless you picked up your phone and answered.
it was Wekser, to your surprise, asking how you were. you tapped on the notification and scrolled through the tens of twenties of messages he sent. they consisted of him asking where you where, asking if you were okay,,,, that stuff.
you started to type, being careful of what you said. “im sick.”
short but you settled on it, and it didn’t even take a minute of time for your message to send before he immediately texted back. “are you okay dear? can i get you anything? chocolates? cough drops?”
you sighed and texted back “i’m fine, thanks”.
after that, you set your phone down and stared at the ceiling, drifting off into sleep.
-but that didn’t last long; you heard a knock at your door.
now angry, you hugged yourself with a blanket and walked to the door in slippers, looking through the peephole before you opened it. great. Wekser.
you turned the handle and cracked it open, slightly embarrassed of the state you were in, and he pushed it open some more and entered, causing you to step back.
“dear.” he grabbed your shoulders and you noticed he had a bag in his hand. “i know you said not to get anything but,,,” he set the bag down on the floor and gave you a big, warm hug. your face was pressed up against the leather vest on his chest, but it brought a kind of comfort you couldn’t put into words.
he stepped back and grabbed your face, leaning in for a kiss, but you pulled away. “i can’t,” you said. “i’ll get you sick.”
he had a look of disappointment on his face before saying “i don’t care, dearheart. i need you.” and proceeded with the kiss.
you stood still, letting him kiss you all over- until he pulled back. “you need your rest.” he then prompted you to wrap your legs around him, carrying you to the bed. when you got in your room, he placed you neatly on the bed, kicked off his shoes and lay flat on the bed, resting his head on your stomach.
you rested your hands on his hair, combing back his gelled blond hair with your hands. he repeatedly purred into your stomach, “i love you so much.”