Page 22 of Committed to You

“Sit up for a minute.”

I obey, and he repeats the process on my back then gently pushes me against the pillow. With the back of his fingers, he caresses my cheek and declares, “I think it’s viral.”

“So, there isn’t anything to do, then?”

He grins. “I think I’ll have you feeling better by tomorrow.”

“Do you have a magic potion or something?”

“Yep.”

Grabbing the remote, he turns on the TV and hands the controller to me. “Pick a movie or something. I’ll be back.”

“Yes, sir,” I tease.

He winks at me and goes into the kitchen.

I’m flipping through the channels when he comes back with a spoonful of honey and something else.

“Open wide,” he tells me.

“What is it?”

He chuckles, and a mischievous look crosses his face. “It’s honey-based.”

“It’s going to be gross, isn’t it?”

He holds up the glass of water in his other hand. “That’s what we have the chaser for.”

I wince at him, and he laughs again.

“Come on. You can do it.” He waves the spoon in front of me.

I grab the spoon, put it into my mouth, and wince. “Ew.”

He hands me the water, and I drink half of it.

“Honey, whiskey, and what else is in that?”

“Lemon juice.”

“That explains a lot,” I tell him.

“You’ll thank me tomorrow.” He grabs something out of his kit. “Now, scoot up.”

“Scoot up?”

“Yep.”

I sit up and scoot down a bit, and he sits behind me with his knee bent and chest toward my back. He leans forward into my ear. “Take your shirt off.”

“Take my shirt off?” I cry out.

He laughs. “Yeah, take your shirt off.”

I turn around to look at him. A cocky smile is on his face.

“Do you want to tell me why I need to do that?”

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