I am excited for what is toe, the door is not locked, and as soon as I open it, I realize that Molly is not in the living room or the kitchen. Maybe she’s already in the bedroom waiting for me, and I get even more excited. That woman has some fucking lingerie. I decide to call for her after noticing the silence in the apartment.


    ”Molly?”


    I hear her voiceing from the bedroom:


    ” I’m here.”


    I go towards her room, already smiling, and open the door to wait for a pleasant surprise. Molly is under the covers and lifts her head when she sees me. She doesn’t look well at all. I approach her and ask:


    ”What happened? What’s the matter with you?”


    She says:


    ”My head hurts like hell. ”


    I instinctively put my hand on her forehead, and she is burning up. I stand up and say:


    ”You need to go to a hospital.”


    She says:


    ”No! It’s just a cold. I wouldn’t say I like hospitals. I’ll be fine, and I need you to get me a painkiller from the bathroom. I can’t even lift my head.”


    I walk towards the bathroom and find a box with some medicine in it. I take one I know is for pain because I have taken it before and then go to the kitchen to get a ss of water.


    She takes medicine and lies down again. I ask her:


    ”Where is Chantal?”


    And she says:


    ”I don’t know, she went out.”


    After a few seconds, she tells me:


    ”Thank you. You can go now, Chris.”


    I say:


    ”But you are alone.”


    ” I’ll be fine.”


    ”Are you sure?”


    ”Chris: Yes.”


    I continue:


    ”If you need anything else, anything at all, you can text me, right?”


    She shakes her head affirmatively and closes her eyes again.


    I got up from where I sat next to her on the bed and left the room, closing the door slowly.


    …


    I really won’t be able to continue this game knowing that Molly is in such a wrong way like that. I’ve never seen her like that before. I go to the kitchen and look in the cupboard for things Julie uses to make tea. She has several, so I do a quick search for which one is ideal for someone with a cold. Only then do I realize that I will have to watch a tutorial on how to make tea.


    … Molly…


    It’s as if any noise I hear in this house is tripled in sound. Then I hear when the door is opened again just after a time when Chris has left. Secondster, my bedroom door is opened, I expect it to be Chantal or maybe Julie, but to my surprise, it is Chris.


    So I show my surprise when I ask:


    ”Chris?”


    He enters slowly and closes the door behind him. He is holding a ss in his hands and asks me:


    ”Are you feeling better.”


    I sit up in bed and say:


    ” It’s a little better!”


    My head still hurts, but not like it was hurting before. He approaches me, and I hold out the ss, saying:


    ”It’s tea. They say it’s good to help you get better soon. ”


    I’m a little stunned right now, but I choose to say thank you as I take the cup from him. He seemed to care about me, and for the second time in my life, after I met him, I appreciated how he was acting toward me. First, it was that surprise dinner, and now this.


    I bring the ss up to my nose and smell the mint, then say:


    ”That sounds good.”


    He smiles as he watches me drink the tea. It’s a little sweeter than tea should be but still good. He is sitting on my bed, and as I finish my tea, I ask:


    ”Why are you home on a Friday night? ”


    He looks a little embarrassed now but quickly changes his manner and says:


    ”I have this game that I’ve been trying to finish for days.”


    Iugh, and he has always been a fan of these things. I remember the times I have seen him ying in the living room.


    Then I say:


    ” You know I don’t demand any exclusivity.”


    It seems to take him by surprise, but he promptly says:


    ”Of course, I do.”


    I feel better after he proves that he knows that, that he can be with other people, that what we have doesn’t prevent him or me from being with someone else.


    I finish my tea, and he picks up my ss cing it on my bedside table. He then asks:


    ”You have been sick since when?”


    ”Since earlier today, after I got back from ss.”


    ”Why didn’t you call Julie or something? I bet she would have been here to help you.”


    ”She’s at Brennan’s because he’s painting his apartment.”


    ”Of course, I forgot about that. ”


    ”You could have called me.”


    ” I didn’t mean to bother you.”


    ”You never do.”


    I smile faintly. I prefer this new Chris. Then he says:N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    ”Can I stay here with you fofor a while?”


    ”I don’t think I’d be a goodpany today.”


    He answers:


    ” You always are.”


    I am speechless, and he smiles as hees to lie down next to me with a cell phone in his hand, then says:


    ”I don’t have anywhere else to be, and you are the first person to take a tea I have made. I have to wait a while to see if you won’t have any adverse reactions.”


    I end upughing, making me hold my forehead with my hand so that the pain of the exertion passes soon. He puts his hand on my forehead and says that I am not as hot as I used to be, then asks me to lie down, and I do because my body is asking for it.