She cautiously opened the door to find her boyfriend, sprawled on the couch, looking as sick as a dog. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes glassy, and he could barely muster a weak smile. "Baby, come here," he croaked, pulling her down onto the cushions next to him.
As she sat hesitantly by his side, he reached over and brushed a stray hair from her face. "I'm so sorry I've been such a mess lately. I just...can't seem to shake this damn cold." His voice was rough and hoarse.
She leaned over, pressing a cool hand to his forehead. "Maybe you should see a doctor," she said softly.
He shook his head. "Nah, I'll be fine. Just need some TLC from my girl." His words sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. "Oh really?" she teased, tilting her head slightly as she met his gaze. "And what exactly did you have in mind for me to do for you with that TLC?"
