A cold sweat films my torso as I try to wiggle gently out from under him.
I just need to sit up for a few minutes.
What time is it? There’s barely any light filtering in through the windows, so it must be early.
Ugh. That’s going to make today very, very long.
Wait, it’s Sunday.
Thank goodness.
Digging out my robe, I move into the small kitchen and start to put the kettle on.
No, it makes too much noise. Sawyer needs his rest.
Tiptoeing downstairs, I can use the coffee maker to heat up some water.
Cruising through all of the tea packets, none of them look appealing.
What was that Char said? Ginger helps with bellies?
I might add a little mint, too.
And a healthy portion of honey to sweeten it.
Climbing the stairs, my hips ache by the time I get to the top.
Screw this. I grab a thick blanket and my phone, then curl up on the couch and sip on my hot drink.
“Whatcha got?” he murmurs, still face down in the pillows.
“A bug,” I grumble.
Taking another small swallow seems to settle my rolling stomach.
He pushes up and blinks at me, squinting against the growing morning light. “You’re not feeling good?” His feet sling out from under the covers and he props his elbows on his knees while he rubs his face. “Can I get you anything?”
I love how his hair sticks up in wild angles. “No, little boy. Go back to sleep. I’m fine.”
“I can’t do that knowing you’re under the weather.” He gives me a sideways smile, then stands in all of his naked glory.
With a firm cock jutting from his flat belly, he wanders across the small living room to press his lips to my forehead. “No fever.”
“I might be contagious.” I look up at him.
“Then we die together.” He shrugs. “I think we have the same cooties.”
I’m so tempted to reach out and grab that handle.
But also too yucky feeling to do anything about it.
“You’re a tease, waving that beautiful thing around.” I give in, swiping one finger over his engorged head.
“It’s here if you want it,” he chuckles, moving towards the tiny kitchen. “Would some crackers help?” he asks from behind the cupboards.
“No thanks. I’m good with the tea.” I raise my cup and take an inhale.
Suddenly drowning in the overwhelming smell of mint.
