He'd been sick for days. I wanted to do more to let him know I cared, but there was such a fine line drawn in our "relationship," so I was afraid to do too much. He wouldn't like me treating him like a child.
So, I did what I knew to do where we were concerned. I snuck into Kyle's house and crawled into bed with him---naked. I curled myself around his fevered body and kissed just his shoulder. "I'm here," I whispered. "Sleep, love."
He took a deep, relaxing breath. "Thank you, Baby Girl. I needed you."
I gasped at his sentiment. Baby Girl...what the hell?!? Delirious or not, no one was aloud to call me that.
I was in over my head with Kyle London.
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