Be My Bad Boy

Not long after that, he knocked on my door.
"Wow, you really look like shit!"
"Thanks." I sat on the edge of the bed, shivering. I rubbed my arms to get some warmth in them. The room had gotten even colder. I’d put on a hat and some gloves and wore about five layers of clothes but that didn't help. I had three pairs of socks on my feet.

Andy wrapped a blanket around me and put his hand against my forehead.
"You're burning up. You’re really sick. Do you have any cold tablets?"
I shook my head and pulled the blanket around me tighter. Even though he said I was hot, I felt freezing cold. He put his arm around me and stroked my hair. That made me feel a bit better, the feeling of his hand on my hair. Comforting, yet at the same time thrilling. I didn't even want to think about the tingles he sent through me when he did that. Not when I felt so sick.

I leaned my head on his shoulder and let him caress me. I couldn't remember anyone ever being so gentle and caring, not even when I was a child. I'd always been told I was fine and to be tough. But it was nice, for just a few minutes to let him look after me.

For a few moments, I could try not being tough and not being fine but just letting him soothe me. The softness of his jumper tickled my cheek. It felt cosy and warm. Something stirred in my stomach. Not the crappy sick feeling I'd had all day but something warm and nice.
Then my nose started running. I didn't want to move to get a tissue in case it distracted him and the spell he'd created got broken but I couldn't sit there with snot dripping down my face either. Who even wants a guy to see her like that? All the glamour I tried to surround myself with had disappeared and I was just sick and snotty girl. I tried to sniff quietly so he wouldn't notice. Just a few short, gentle sniffs. Maybe I'm a gross person but who'd move in that position?

That didn't even help. I'd become a factory of mucus and phlegm. A dripping tap.
He reached across me and pulled a tissue out of the box, his arm leaning across my lap. I sucked in my breath, not sure how to act with him that close to me. He handed the tissue to me.
"Now, blow!" He said it in a strict voice.
He pushed me back on the bed and wiped my nose, as if I was a little kid or something. I tried to push him off so I could do it myself but he had me down firm.

"What the hell are you doing?"
Angie stood in the middle of the room with a bag of groceries in one hand and a coffee in the other. She hadn’t knocked, so I must’ve not shut the door properly after Andy came in. She stared at Andy and at me. Her eyes flashed cold, as if she wanted me dead. I could see that from her point of view it must've looked bad, the two of us frolicking on the bed.

"Looks like you don't need me." She threw the bag of groceries on the floor and ran out.
"Angie, Angie… don't go."
But it was too late. I tried to follow her but my legs quivered like jelly. I collapsed back onto the bed but I needed to explain to her. I'd told her I wasn't interested in Andy, and I wasn't. I really wasn't. It was just that he was so soft and lovely. I'd thought she just had a fangirl crush on Andy, nothing serious but, from the crumpled look on her face when she'd seen us, maybe she liked him a lot more than she'd let on.
A lump rose in my throat with worry that she hated me now. She'd sure looked as if she hated me when she ran out. If she'd been one of my friends, my old friends from my old life, I'd have laughed and felt superior to them but this was Angie. I really wanted her to like me. I wanted her to think I was a good person. I liked it when we hung out together. We were a team.

Notes

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