Betrayal

Disclaimer: All characters, plot, and setting are owned by the author Meg Cabot

Ch. 4. The Flu

She never showed up. I stood at the edge of that cliff for more then 2 hours. May I mention that I was cold and pissed when I got home.

To add to my discomfort I had a headache. Since I wanted to be able to go to work the next day I went to bed right away.

Paul woke me up about 3 hours after I fell asleep. The first thing I noticed was that he looked worried. Hey I knew that I looked bad but, I didn't look that terrible!

He put his hand on my head and asked softly, "What did you do to yourself?"

I looked at him, "What do you mean" I croaked.

"You're A. running a temperature, B. Shaking like mad and, C. croaking like a frog," he said in his lawyer voice (that's the voice he uses if he's dead serious).

"I might have caught something at work. Sonya was out sick today," I said.

"I'm not letting you go to work tomorrow," he said in his fatherly voice.

It's that voice that makes me think that Paul will make a great father some day. We have thought about having children before but, we decided to wait till my career died down a little. I would like to take this moment to mention that he's not only hot, but also a sex god!

He stood up and got my fluffy pyjamas. Then he helped me undress and get on my PJs but, not before mumbling, "God Simon, you're fucking beautiful."

"Slater," I said.

"Wha…"

I interrupted him, "I'm not Simon anymore."

He grinned and tucked me in. Then he went into the kitchen to get me some Chicken Noodle Soup. When he started feeding me I started to kiss my way up his chest and to his lips…god I can't get enough of those lips!

After an hour of heavy making out he started to end the kiss. He sucked on my bottom lip and let me fall back onto the pillow. He took of his clothes and got into bed next to me (keep your skirts on, he was still wearing boxers).

Before he turned of the lights I had to grin at his tie and coat that was strewn over the floor (I might have gotten a bit carried away).

I quietly said, "Good Night."

When he cuddled closer to me he softly said, "I love you... Slater."

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What did you think about the first make out scene that I've ever written? To cheesy?

Love ya heaps!

Nina