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I wonder what her tits look like.

If she has little button nipples.

Or if her nipples are dark pink or a light color pink.

“Jax, you okay?” Willow asks. “If you’re freaked out about me being sick, you can leave. I wouldn’t blame you.”

I hurry toward her.

Willow turns all the way around and backs up, bumping into the table.

I’m right there, damn near on top of her.

My body a millimeter from touching hers.

I don’t care if she’s sick. She needs someone to hold her, right? Cuddle her, right?

I could go down on her for hours.

Orgasms help, right?

Orgasms can cure illness…

I grit my teeth.

“Jax…” Willow puts her hands to my chest.

I swallow hard. “I’m not going anywhere, Willow. You shouldn’t be alone when you feel sick.”

I back off from her but I touch her forehead.

She feels warm.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” I say. “First thing, you’re going right to bed. No questions asked. You need to get under the covers and get some sleep. The more the better. Then I’m going to order some soup and ginger ale for you.”

“Wait… what?”

I touch her cheek. “Let me take care of you.”

“Why?”

Because I think I want to fuck you, but I can’t fuck you. I can’t fuck you because I don’t think of you in that way, Willow. It’s complicated to explain. Yet somewhere inside me I really can’t just leave you alone if you’re not feeling great.

“I can call someone,” she says. “I have friends, you know.”

“I’m already here. Don’t be stubborn. If you don’t go to your room, I’m going to carry you.”

“Carry me away then,” she says.

I grab her and pick her up.

She gasps and her cheeks turn bright red.

“I wasn’t joking,” I say.

I carry Willow into her bedroom.

I place her down onto her bed.

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