A few days ago, she wouldn't even consider kissing him. But now, she was biding her time. She would kiss him later. It was definite.
"You better get a good night's sleep if you're going to kick some ass in the morning," she practically shouted as she shot up. She snatched the plate from him and was about to sprint out when she heard him cough loudly.
She was worried he was getting sick again. She kept the dish aside and spun around. His face was red and he was clearing his throat profusely. She quickly refilled his glass of water and handed it back to him.
"Don't even dare to work after I leave," she warned as he chugged the water down.
Why she felt so protective of him, she really didn't know. She fought the urge to check a grown man's temperature once again as she left his side.
"We need to take your temperature again." She couldn't stop herself from saying.
"I'm fine," he replied curtly.
