Page 32 of His Coveted Obsession

“Yes.”

“How’d you find me, anyway?”

“I looked you up. How else?”

I chuckled before my eyes watered and my nose tingled again. Then a loud and wet sneeze exploded out of me…again! “Oh, right,” I sniffed. “Ugh, Ihatesneezing. It’s the worst.”

I pulled out a wad of used toilet paper from the pocket of my pajama bottoms and blew my nose, which was getting raw.

“Come in, if you want, but I worry about you getting sick.”

“I don’t get sick.”

I chuckled. “Everyone gets sick, East.”

“It’s rare. I haven’t had a virus in three years.”

“Well, if you ever do, I’ll be there to take care of you.”

“You don’t want to be anywhere near me when I’m sick. I’m not… pleasant.”

I snorted a watery laugh as Easton pushed past me, and I shut the door behind him. He turned to face me and cupped my face with his smooth hands as he scanned me again.

“Sorry about the house,” I explained. “It’s a bit… dirty. I haven’t been able to pick up.”

He looked around before landing back on my face and dropping his hands.

“Back to bed,” he ordered, removing his coat and hanging it in the tiny coat closet.

“Ugh, good. I’m a little woozy. I haven’t eaten in a while, either. Dad has… spent a lot of money lately, so the cupboards are bare, as they say.”

“Noted.”

I dragged my contagious corpse up the stairs and fell face-first into my bed before rolling onto my back. “Being sick sucks, but I’m glad you’re here. I missed you.”

He sat on the edge of my bed, eyeing me, before he pulled out his phone and began searching and typing. Once he finished, he set his phone down on the nightstand and turned to face me.

“I have tissues, cold medicine, vitamins, and soup from one of my favorite restaurants coming. It will be delivered shortly.”

I sat up against my scratched headboard as my lip trembled and my eyes watered, feeling the emotions spill out of me.

“Why are you crying?”

I heaved a shaky sigh. “Because I don’t feel well, and you’resonice, taking care of me. God…”

“I need you better, and fast.”

I huffed a wet laugh. “You and me both.”

He sat there for a moment before he said, “No one has ever called me nice before.”

“They’re idiots, then. You’re damn special, East,” I said, yawning.

“Do you need me to hold you?”

“Please…”

He scooted next to me, leaning against the headboard, and wrapped his arm around me as I rested my head on his shoulder. His other hand rested on his thigh as he tapped out a rhythm I couldn’t discern. Easton was so sweet and thoughtful.

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