Just a pair of sweatpants.
“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” I ask him again. As far as I know, he’s no night owl, usually going to bed early.
“Couldn’t sleep. How are you feeling?”
“A little better. I figured I could use a shower,” I say, regretting it right away.
I don’t want this moment to end.
It feels good just to be together, to talk again.
I’ve missed this—missed him.
“You go ahead and do that. I’ll cook up some noodles. Sound okay?”
I nod, my head spinning on this whole day.
He’s been wonderful.
Buying me snacks for the next year, by the looks of it.
Letting me sleep in his bed, leaving him in a guest room in his own home.
Calling the doctor to check up on me.
And now, he’s going to cook for me.
Noodles may not be the hardest dish, but still. The gesture means a lot.
I get up and head for the shower.
Feeling the water run down my body is fantastic. When I spot my own shampoo, conditioner, and bodywash in the shower, my heart skips a beat.
Did he bring that as well?
He really thought about everything.
If I had a hard time resisting this man before, it won’t get any easier if he keeps up these acts.
I finish the shower, grab a new t-shirt—courtesy of Sebastian—of course, and make my way back to the kitchen.
He’s just putting out two bowls and an ice-cold Coke for me when I sit down.
“Is this a wild guess, or did you happen to know I prefer regular Coke when I’m sick?”
Usually, I’m a Coke Zero girl, but when I’m sick, I prefer the sugar.
“I called Luke earlier. He told me,” he says as he takes the seat across from me.
Usually, the mention of my brother drives that wall right up.
Now, it just highlights another thoughtful action by Sebastian.
When Sebastian opens his own can of Coke—without sugar—but still, I gape at him.
“Sebastian James. What is happening? Are you planning on drinking a can of soda? I think you must be running a fever as well,” I tease him.
He rolls his eyes, giving me a smirk.
