comedy. I don’t want to have nightmares.”
With my eyes in slits, I look up and see her biting that perfect bottom lip of hers, and although I love the sight of it, my body is just too wrung out to react. I pat the sofa right beside me. “Come on. Don’t make me go to bed scared.”
She doesn’t answer, but I breathe a sigh of relief when she sits down on the far end of the sofa, picking up the remote to find something to watch. I don’t know what she chooses because my eyes flutter closed and I’m lost to the world before she can even turn the damn thing on.
“Hey?”
My eyes flutter open to Remington’s face mere inches from my own.
“Are you going to kill me now?” Where the fuck did that come from?
“You’re over here moaning in your sleep.”
“Was I having a sex dream?” Who broke my brain-to-mouth filter?
She tries and fails to hide her smile. “I don’t know, Flynn. Were you?”
I try to reach my arms up to wrap around her waist, but they’re too heavy and the foot of distance between our bodies just seems insurmountable.
“You’re burning up.”
“I’m always hot, baby.” I shoot for a weak smile, but I’m sure it comes out as a cringe instead. What in the hell is wrong with me?
“You have a fever. Do you feel bad?”
“I’m fine,” I assure her, my eyes closing once more.
When I open them a mere second later, I’ve somehow been positioned flat on my back on the sofa. It’s oddly comfortable. This hotel spared no expense on their furniture, that’s for sure.
“The flu,” a stranger says from the other side of the room.
I squint my eyes open, but the light in the room is overly bright and painful.
“Not the flu,” I argue, drawing the other woman’s attention.
A soft hand clasps mine, and although my head is throbbing, I manage a weak smile when I see Remington sitting beside me on the bed.
“I never get sick, just tired.”
“Just get some rest.” She smiles down at me. “I’m not going anywhere.”
If only I could trust her words, I could rest easy.
“I’m fine.” I don’t know that I’ve ever struggled to get out of bed before. Yeah, I’ve been sore from long runs, but I don’t recall a single time I’ve told my body to move and found it unable to obey. It’s a dangerous situation to be in.
“Did you drug me?” I whisper, looking into her green eyes and searching for the truth.
A gentle smile plays on her lips as her delicate hand cups my jaw. “No, Flynn. I haven’t drugged you. You have the flu. Can you take oral meds or would it be easier for the doctor to put in an IV before she leaves?”
“Oral,” I hiss. I don’t want no damn needles in my arms.
“I’ll suggest again, Ms. Blair, that you let a trained professional handle Mr. Coleman’s recovery. There’s no need for you both to be sick.”
“We’re lovers, Dr. Covington. If he’s sick, then I’ve already been exposed. Does his treatment require a medical professional?”
Goddamn this woman is a good liar, but the possibility of having her that way makes me groan, or maybe it’s the pain at the base of my skull, either way, I’m uncomfortable.
“Not particularly. If you’re able to get him to take his meds and keep him hydrated, then he should be fine. Call me again if his condition gets worse.”
I hear shuffling, like the doctor is packing up, but I just can’t manage to face the bright light in the room. I don’t think I’d survive it.
“I know it seems scary with him laid out like he is, but for some reason men just don’t handle illness with the same ease women do.”
They both chuckle, and if she wasn’t telling the truth, I’d open my mouth and tell her so. I’m considering the wording of my Yelp Review on the good doctor when the hand on my face disappears. Frantically, I search for her.
“Shh. I’m just going to walk the doctor out. I’ll be right back.”
Her thumb skates over my lower lip, and Jesus, it’s a blessing that I’m too sick to do a damn thing about it. If she did that while I was in tip-top shape, I don’t know that I’d have the ability to keep my hands off of her.
It’s either a second or years before her weight settles near me.
“Drink this.” I sputter on cool liquid when she tilts a cup to my