this protective of anyone. It scared the hell out of him to realize how
much he cared about her. She closed her eyes, her cheek pressed against his
palm. He curled his fingers into her hair, feeling like he could easily stay
just as he was forever.
* * * * *
Jenna kneaded her pillow. She didn’t want to wake Tim in the
middle of the night, but she selfishly wished he would get up and talk to her. She
should have been comatose after all of the cold medicine she’d taken, but she
found herself breathing out of her mouth from congestion while staring into the
darkness of his bedroom.
She rolled onto her side and listened to his even breaths. He’d
been so sweet to her. Even his guitar playing was magical. The song he’d sung
was perfect, taking her out of her miserable physical state as his velvety
voice soothed her. The music was part of him, all the more reason to find him
irresistible.
Everything about Tim made her ache for more, as if she
hadn’t eaten in years and he’d served her a feast. It had all been effortless
and perfect, second nature to him. She wanted to find a way to show him a
fraction of his generosity, as soon as she was feeling better. She ran over
ideas in her mind, her eyelids becoming heavy, until sleep finally crept over
her.
Jenna woke the next morning to a slightly less sore throat
and a note on the pillow next to hers.
J,
I’ve gone to the studio. I phoned Natalie and let her
know you wouldn’t be in today. She said to call later. Can you do the same for
me so I know you’re OK? Think about what you want me to pick up on my way home
tonight. Movies? Candy? Me wrapped in a bow? Just kidding about that last one. I
look terrible in a bow. Hope you’re feeling better.
T
She glanced at the clock—10:15.She snuggled up
with the comforter, wishing she weren’t so congested so she could smell him on
the sheets. She dragged her phone across the bedside table and pressed the
speed dial for Natalie.
“I told you. You’re sick,” she said when she picked up.
“Tim said he called you.” Jenna covered the receiver and
tried to quiet a cough.
“He did. He’s so sweet. What guy calls in sick for his girlfriend?”
There was a rustle on Natalie’s end of the line and the ring of the cash
register. “You sound awful, by the way.”
Girlfriend? Am I his girlfriend now? The thought made
her insides squirm with delight. “Gee, thanks. I feel a tiny bit better, if you
can believe it.”
“Can I bring you something? Please tell me that bitch
roommate of yours is behaving.”
Jenna tried to sit up, but felt lightheaded and slumped down
further in the bed. “I’m staying at Tim’s. He rescued me from Rachel and her obnoxious
friends.”
“Some people might start to think a certain young Brit is
smitten with you.”
She grinned wide, even thought it hurt her chapped lips. “He
brought me soup and DVDs too.”
“Wow. Have you ever had a guy be this nice to you? Ever?”
Jenna smiled to herself and curled into a ball on her side. “Not
even close.”
She called Tim after hanging up with Natalie, but got his
voicemail and decided to send him a text since it was hard to speak for more
than five seconds without coughing.
I’m alive. Feeling a little better. Thanks for calling
Nat for me. So sweet of u. Movie sounds good. Candy sounds better. Bow sounds
the best. ;)
She got up to go to the bathroom and fill her water glass
and noticed Tim’s passport on the kitchen table. She felt bad about snooping,
but she was curious about his picture. Jenna flipped to the inside—his
hair was spikier and looked to have blond tips but he was just as handsome,
with a smile that made her feel as if she needed to fan herself. She glanced at
his vital info. Name, Timothy Wentworth, Date of Birth, October 20, 1983. His
birthday is in less than a week. I bet he wasn’t even going to tell me.
By the next day, Jenna was starting to feel like herself
again. She got her phone out the
much he cared about her. She closed her eyes, her cheek pressed against his
palm. He curled his fingers into her hair, feeling like he could easily stay
just as he was forever.
* * * * *
Jenna kneaded her pillow. She didn’t want to wake Tim in the
middle of the night, but she selfishly wished he would get up and talk to her. She
should have been comatose after all of the cold medicine she’d taken, but she
found herself breathing out of her mouth from congestion while staring into the
darkness of his bedroom.
She rolled onto her side and listened to his even breaths. He’d
been so sweet to her. Even his guitar playing was magical. The song he’d sung
was perfect, taking her out of her miserable physical state as his velvety
voice soothed her. The music was part of him, all the more reason to find him
irresistible.
Everything about Tim made her ache for more, as if she
hadn’t eaten in years and he’d served her a feast. It had all been effortless
and perfect, second nature to him. She wanted to find a way to show him a
fraction of his generosity, as soon as she was feeling better. She ran over
ideas in her mind, her eyelids becoming heavy, until sleep finally crept over
her.
Jenna woke the next morning to a slightly less sore throat
and a note on the pillow next to hers.
J,
I’ve gone to the studio. I phoned Natalie and let her
know you wouldn’t be in today. She said to call later. Can you do the same for
me so I know you’re OK? Think about what you want me to pick up on my way home
tonight. Movies? Candy? Me wrapped in a bow? Just kidding about that last one. I
look terrible in a bow. Hope you’re feeling better.
T
She glanced at the clock—10:15.She snuggled up
with the comforter, wishing she weren’t so congested so she could smell him on
the sheets. She dragged her phone across the bedside table and pressed the
speed dial for Natalie.
“I told you. You’re sick,” she said when she picked up.
“Tim said he called you.” Jenna covered the receiver and
tried to quiet a cough.
“He did. He’s so sweet. What guy calls in sick for his girlfriend?”
There was a rustle on Natalie’s end of the line and the ring of the cash
register. “You sound awful, by the way.”
Girlfriend? Am I his girlfriend now? The thought made
her insides squirm with delight. “Gee, thanks. I feel a tiny bit better, if you
can believe it.”
“Can I bring you something? Please tell me that bitch
roommate of yours is behaving.”
Jenna tried to sit up, but felt lightheaded and slumped down
further in the bed. “I’m staying at Tim’s. He rescued me from Rachel and her obnoxious
friends.”
“Some people might start to think a certain young Brit is
smitten with you.”
She grinned wide, even thought it hurt her chapped lips. “He
brought me soup and DVDs too.”
“Wow. Have you ever had a guy be this nice to you? Ever?”
Jenna smiled to herself and curled into a ball on her side. “Not
even close.”
She called Tim after hanging up with Natalie, but got his
voicemail and decided to send him a text since it was hard to speak for more
than five seconds without coughing.
I’m alive. Feeling a little better. Thanks for calling
Nat for me. So sweet of u. Movie sounds good. Candy sounds better. Bow sounds
the best. ;)
She got up to go to the bathroom and fill her water glass
and noticed Tim’s passport on the kitchen table. She felt bad about snooping,
but she was curious about his picture. Jenna flipped to the inside—his
hair was spikier and looked to have blond tips but he was just as handsome,
with a smile that made her feel as if she needed to fan herself. She glanced at
his vital info. Name, Timothy Wentworth, Date of Birth, October 20, 1983. His
birthday is in less than a week. I bet he wasn’t even going to tell me.
By the next day, Jenna was starting to feel like herself
again. She got her phone out the
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