
He rolled his eyes and kissed her hand

He chuckled, "We could be sick buddies!"

He smiled and resisted the urge to song her,

He smiled and took her hand slowly,

"At least I'm not Snogging with you," he mumbled

He pressed it to her forehead gently and kissed her warm cheeks

He buckled and set it on her forehead with a slight smile

He chuckled and took her hand, "I don't like it when anyone gets sick, but I love everymoment with you.

He picked her up bridestyle and set her on the couch, "here."

He nodded and placed it on her forehead,

He frowned and got a wet washcloth,

He frowned, "Then let me help you," he said softly, letting her go,

He chuckled and hugged her, "I don't care."

He stared into her eyes and kissed her nose,

"I think your getting sick," he said softly, pressing his cold forehead against her burning one,

"No it's really not," he says softly and hugged her gently,

He kissed her forehead softly, his lips burning, he then put his hand to her forehead, "Oh my god!" He said surprised, "Everlie, your burning hot.