Until Him (Inevitable, #1)

by Cora Rose

I set the water down on the floor and press the back of my hand to his face. He wrenches his head away, but I do it again anyway, feeling his feverish, clammy skin against mine. “You have a fever.” He coughs a little. “No shit.” “I have Tylenol,” I say, moving to the bag and rustling through it, pulling out an unopened bottle. I shake two out and hand them to him. He stares at them warily, and I just shove my hand closer to his face so he’s forced to grab them from me. He places them in his mouth and swallows them dry. Impressive. I’ve always wondered how people did that without choking. I tried it once and the pill got lodged in my throat and just dissolved there, creating a putrid, burning sensation until I vomited. My pill-swallowing skills are obviously not up to par with my dick-swallowing skills. “I have cough drops if you want some and Vicks Vapor Rub. Oh, and some NyQuil.” “Jesus,” he says as he flops back on the bed and curls into himself. “You need to leave.” “I’ll go after the fever breaks. This could be serious. That smart brain of yours could turn to soup.” And I need a reason to not go see my brother. I’d rather be here. That makes me a bad person, huh? Shit. “Don’t want you here,” he grunts as he closes his eyes. “Want you gone.” “Too bad,” I mutter and lower myself onto the other side of the lumpy bed, crossing my ankles and pulling up a movie on my phone. He looks over his shoulder at me, his eyes looking tired and almost sad, and he sighs heavily. “Fin...