Kimberly's POV
Despite his lack of skills in the kitchen, he was right. He made a devilishly good grilled cheese, so good in fact that I asked for seconds. He had made up the couch for me to lay on so he could watch me while he was working from his home office. At first, he had taken the day off but I had convinced him after quite some time of arguing that I was fine and that he didn't have to take the day off just for my sake, but only on one condition; that I would be staying on the couch and not in bed so he could keep an eye on me.
And of course, I said yes. I was not used to seeing him like that, the sad pleading eyes, all caring and concerned, the little wrinkle between his brows enhancing every second, and just for that, just for that one look on his face, I would agree to just a
