EMILY'S POV
The night was peaceful, cold, warm, sweet, I had some warm tea and was cuddled in his arms. Our clothes were laundried of course.
If witches were horse, I’d be like this forever, but I think I have a cold, that’s what I get for swimming in a cold pool. I sneeze on his arm, “Sorry.” I say getting up to get some wipes from the bed table beside me.
It’s annoying when you come somewhere unprepared and have little to nothing assets.
“No, it’s fine, stay here, I’ll get it cleaned. Need some meds hon? I’ll turn down the AC.” I smile to his words as he got up the bed setting me to sleep and walk to my side cleaning my nose with wipes. He trashed it and drew a chair to sit then took more wipes to wipe his arm.
I manage to talk sniffing, f**k, fever is the last thing I want. “Ar
