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I sneezed again in reply.
“Come on,” he dragged me into the spacious, nicely decorated bathroom, stripping my clothes. He turned the shower on and the room quickly filled with steam. “Shower,” he helped me inside. “I’m going to the lobby to see if they have any medicine and coffee. You need to warm up.”
“Avery might have medicine,” I joked as he slid the white shower curtain into place, “and for all we know, she brought a mini Starbucks with her.”
Trace chuckled at my comment. “I won’t be gone long. I’ll bring some pajamas in here for you to change into. I don’t want you to get sick.”
“Okay,” I mumbled in reply. I knew there was no point in arguing with Trace. If he thought I was getting sick, he’d play doctor, and that was that.
The shower did make me warmer, but I was starting to feel lousy. I had experienced enough colds in my life to know I was getting one. Hopefully, I could sleep it off.
I pulled on the pajamas Trace had left out, and climbed under the covers of the king sized bed, turning the TV on.
A few minutes later, as my eyes were growing heavy, Trace returned.
“Feeling better?” He asked hopefully.
I shook my head no.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he sat down beside me and the bed dipped down. “I got some Advil, coffee, and water,” he laid the coffee, and pill bottle, on the table beside the bed. Then pulled out a water bottle from under his arm. He twisted the cap off the Advil and shook two red pills into his palm. He handed them to me along with the bottle of water.
I took the pills and drank the whole bottle of water. I hoped the medicine would work its magic and I’d feel better in the morning.
Even though it wasn’t time to go to bed, sleep was calling my name.
“What can I do?” Trace asked. He looked so helpless that I felt bad for him, even though I was the sick one.
“I’m tired, I just want to sleep,” I answered softly.
“Okay,” he let out a breath and kissed my forehead. “I’ll let you sleep.”
“Thank you,” I mumbled as my lids closed.
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I slept straight through the night, and awoke the next morning, feeling refreshed.
Trace had come to bed at some point, last night, but I hadn’t noticed.
He was on his back with his left arm thrown above his head. I ran my greedy eyes over his bare chest. Trace, shirtless, was a sight I would never get used to. His chest rose and fell in deep sleep and I looked at the clock. It was early, just after six.
I slipped from the bed, and showered, washing my hair.
I brushed the wet strands and pulled it back into a bun on top of my head. I dressed casually in jeans and a loose t-shirt.
I wrote a quick note to Trace and left it beside him on the bed so he wouldn’t worry.
Feeling better. Gone to get breakfast.
-Olivia
I grabbed the spare room key off the counter in the small kitchen and made my way to the lobby.
There were a few people already milling about to get breakfast, but not many.
I was surprised by the selection of food and drinks. You could even make your own waffles.
I opted to toast a bagel with cream cheese and a glass of orange juice. It was one of my favorite things to have for breakfast.
