“Comical,” she deadpans, leaving the door open and walkinginside, granting me access to her apartment. That fire may be dim but damn does it still burn.
“Tyler, you're going to get sick.”
“I have the immune system of a god,” I say proudly, placing the food on her counter.
I make sure to take good care of myself and with that, I’m rarely sick. But nothing would stop me from coming here tonight, even if it meant I’d get put on my deathbed.
“You need to eat.” I pull the food out of the packaging.
“I don’t feel very hungry.” She sits on the couch.
I smile. My stubborn little thing.
“Why did you come? I already told Sam I didn’t need anything. Really, I’m fine.”
But she doesn’t look fine.Let me take care of you.
“You should know by now, that I don’t take no for an answer. And I always get what I want.” I place the food in her microwave, eyeing her as I push the buttons to warm it up, further proving my point.
She scowls. “Yeah, yeah.”
She gives up that argument quickly. Which means my statement is true; she isn’t fine. She is tired and sick, and I’m ready to fix those problems.
I sit next to her on the couch. “What are we watching?”
A small smile quirks on the side of her mouth. I’ve been trying to get a full smile out of her. So far, I’ve failed.
“How do you not know this show?” She finally turns to me, her nose somehow redder.
“It’s calledFriends, right?” I ask. “TV was never a pastime in our house.”
“Okay that’s it, we are starting from the beginning.” She grabs the remote, determined with wide eyes.
“Does this mean we get to have a sleepover?” I arch a brow.
Sleeping next to you would be even better.
She just looks at me, despite being tired, her eyes sparkle. I can only hope it’s because of my sleepover suggestion.
I like your eyes, Sunny.
A smile pulls at the side of her mouth again.So close. “Don’t you have work?”
“I guess that’s the good thing about being heir to the company, I can pretty much make my own hours.”
“This is the one where it all began,” She says, putting the show on.
Yeah, it really is.
After a few episodes, I try coaxing her into eating, but she only takes a few bites.Stubborn.I fucking love it.
“Tyler, we need to talk about the conversation at the party.” She tries deflecting my begging her to eat.
“What’s there to talk about?” I ask nonchalantly.
I don’t want her worrying about something that is in the past. I’m here to take care ofher.Not the other way around.
“What do you need from me, Tyler?”
