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and bowls.
“How are you set for soup?” I called as I opened and closed a few cupboard doors to check her stocks. Brynn stayed quiet, no more arguing, but no more answers. Fine, I’d figure it out myself. I saw a can of ABC vegetable and some type of chowder in one cabinet, but that was about it for soup. On the counter were a bunch of empty cans of chicken noodle which sort of amused me. I picked up one of the cans and looked back out to Brynn on the couch.
“Um, babe…? Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup? Really? Just how old are you? Five?”
“I like it, so just fuck off,” she grumbled and turned towards the back of the couch .
I couldn’t help but chuckle aloud at her pique as I mentally made a list of what she needed. Back out in the living room, I looked again at the coffee table, taking note of the brands of cough drops, cold medicines, and tissues. Then, I leaned over her and brushed the hair back from her eyes. “Shit, baby. You’re awfully hot.” I rifled through the empty packages of cold meds. “When’s the last time you took something?”
“I ran out last night,” she mumbled with a creak in her voice.
“Okay, I’ll be back in a little bit,” I said as I softly pressed my lips against her warm brow.
Her eyes flickered open. “You don’t have to do any of this, Kian. I’ll be fine. It’s just a stupid cold.”
“I want to,” I replied as my fingers brushed her mussed hair back from her eyes. “So don’t argue with me anymore.”
One more quick kiss to the forehead, and I left for the store .
Brynn
I lay there for a while after Kian left. God only knew how unbelievably horrid I looked. Not that it mattered. I’d already managed to freak him out with my ho-ish ways. Besides, he was way too good of a guy to get stuck with me and all my issues. The last thing I wanted was to get all wrapped up with any dude. Even Kian. Really. Even though he was fucking gorgeous and protective and strong and… just simply amazing.
That said , it really did feel nice to have someone worry about me, as much as I hated to admit it to myself.
With that thought floating through my brain , I dozed off for a bit. As crappy as I felt, there wasn’t much choice. I awoke to a cool, damp cloth caressing my flushed cheeks, gently sweeping over my eyes to rest on my forehead.
“Brynn,” Kian’s voice softly cut through my haze enough to allow my eyes to open. “Here’s some cold meds. You’re burning up, and we’ve got to get your fever down.”
I opened my eyes to see him holding a few tablets in front of me .
“Open up, baby,” he ordered, and I feebly complied.
Dropping the pills in my mouth, he lifted a bottle of ginger ale so I could take a sip. It felt incredibly cool and relieving on my parched throat, and my hand lifted to stay the bottle as he began to pull it away. After taking a long drink, I released it.
“Thank you,” I whispered with my eyes half closed .
I fought to keep them open, to see the gentle concern in his eyes as he turned to pick up the washcloth again. But one touch of the heavenly chill upon my heated skin, and I couldn’t do it. They fell closed with relief as he began to stroke my face and neck with the cool cloth. At one point, I even moaned with the sensation. If I’d have been in my right mind, I probably would have been mortified, but at that moment, I didn’t care.
His fingers slipped apart the buttons on the front of my pajama shirt and I felt the coolness stroke lower, softly pulling the heat from my body. Down my chest, across my stomach. The fabric of my shirt only just covered my breasts, and I felt my nipples peak as the cool cloth swept over my bared skin. Soothing and erotic, even as awful as I felt, I could feel my body responding to his touch, and a slight gasp sprang forth from my throat. Hearing him chuckle lightly, I looked up at him through sleepy eyes.
Kian still appeared somewhat worried. His brow was knitted and he had a stern look
“How are you set for soup?” I called as I opened and closed a few cupboard doors to check her stocks. Brynn stayed quiet, no more arguing, but no more answers. Fine, I’d figure it out myself. I saw a can of ABC vegetable and some type of chowder in one cabinet, but that was about it for soup. On the counter were a bunch of empty cans of chicken noodle which sort of amused me. I picked up one of the cans and looked back out to Brynn on the couch.
“Um, babe…? Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup? Really? Just how old are you? Five?”
“I like it, so just fuck off,” she grumbled and turned towards the back of the couch .
I couldn’t help but chuckle aloud at her pique as I mentally made a list of what she needed. Back out in the living room, I looked again at the coffee table, taking note of the brands of cough drops, cold medicines, and tissues. Then, I leaned over her and brushed the hair back from her eyes. “Shit, baby. You’re awfully hot.” I rifled through the empty packages of cold meds. “When’s the last time you took something?”
“I ran out last night,” she mumbled with a creak in her voice.
“Okay, I’ll be back in a little bit,” I said as I softly pressed my lips against her warm brow.
Her eyes flickered open. “You don’t have to do any of this, Kian. I’ll be fine. It’s just a stupid cold.”
“I want to,” I replied as my fingers brushed her mussed hair back from her eyes. “So don’t argue with me anymore.”
One more quick kiss to the forehead, and I left for the store .
Brynn
I lay there for a while after Kian left. God only knew how unbelievably horrid I looked. Not that it mattered. I’d already managed to freak him out with my ho-ish ways. Besides, he was way too good of a guy to get stuck with me and all my issues. The last thing I wanted was to get all wrapped up with any dude. Even Kian. Really. Even though he was fucking gorgeous and protective and strong and… just simply amazing.
That said , it really did feel nice to have someone worry about me, as much as I hated to admit it to myself.
With that thought floating through my brain , I dozed off for a bit. As crappy as I felt, there wasn’t much choice. I awoke to a cool, damp cloth caressing my flushed cheeks, gently sweeping over my eyes to rest on my forehead.
“Brynn,” Kian’s voice softly cut through my haze enough to allow my eyes to open. “Here’s some cold meds. You’re burning up, and we’ve got to get your fever down.”
I opened my eyes to see him holding a few tablets in front of me .
“Open up, baby,” he ordered, and I feebly complied.
Dropping the pills in my mouth, he lifted a bottle of ginger ale so I could take a sip. It felt incredibly cool and relieving on my parched throat, and my hand lifted to stay the bottle as he began to pull it away. After taking a long drink, I released it.
“Thank you,” I whispered with my eyes half closed .
I fought to keep them open, to see the gentle concern in his eyes as he turned to pick up the washcloth again. But one touch of the heavenly chill upon my heated skin, and I couldn’t do it. They fell closed with relief as he began to stroke my face and neck with the cool cloth. At one point, I even moaned with the sensation. If I’d have been in my right mind, I probably would have been mortified, but at that moment, I didn’t care.
His fingers slipped apart the buttons on the front of my pajama shirt and I felt the coolness stroke lower, softly pulling the heat from my body. Down my chest, across my stomach. The fabric of my shirt only just covered my breasts, and I felt my nipples peak as the cool cloth swept over my bared skin. Soothing and erotic, even as awful as I felt, I could feel my body responding to his touch, and a slight gasp sprang forth from my throat. Hearing him chuckle lightly, I looked up at him through sleepy eyes.
Kian still appeared somewhat worried. His brow was knitted and he had a stern look
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