Chapter 4: Some kind of healing

"You ok?" He whispers in my ear and I nod slightly. He's sweating, his lips are in a flat line as his fingers touch my skin, I take a look at his hair, swiveled, in all directions and I long for his touch.

I try to remain calm, and keep my feelings at bay but I fail miserably the second I sense his caress. The heat escapes his skin and warms me up whole. I lick my lips and close my eyes, as I give in to him.

"Wen" He mumbles in a sweet voice. "Wendy" I can only drown in the sound of my name on his lips, failing to notice that something's changing drastically. I no longer feel warm, his voice starts to grow worried, and in a flash I realise what was really happening.

"Wen, you're burning up" he presses his hand against my forehead and cheeks and I come back to reality.

I was no longer at the hospital, my right arm was in a cast, and though a few hours ago I was feeling better and A-Ok to a bunch of doctors I was now dripping in sweat.

With a huge amount of effort, I managed to open my eyes. Drake. Oh Drake fucking Parker. I can only manage to moan a reply, not because I can't speak, just because it should be illegal to wake up to such a sight.

Gorgeous. His eyes full of worry met mine, and he leaned forward. He had a blue shirt with his sleeves rolled up, hugging his arms tightly. His hair was pushed back and neat as can be, as opposed to what I was daydreaming. I frowned in frustration. This won't help me feel less miserable.

"Drake" I managed to whisper, as he bore his eyes on my body, looking for any sign of pain.

"Yes?" I closed my eyes quickly, trying to avoid rolling them in front of him. What is wrong with me? Why do I want his attention so much? Why can't I stop imagining him near me, caressing me, and god, why, oh why I have the desperate urge to kiss the living hell out of him.

Fuck you Wendy, we had this covered a few years ago. Why his sudden appearance has this impact on me? I'm not letting this win, he may be Drake Parker, but this is fever-thinking, and as much I would like to shove my tongue down places I'd never shove it before, I should remain civil. Ha, burning up indeed.

A few days passed and Drake took care of me every evening, I don't know why, but I wasn't going to complain. Since Megan had Soccer till 10 p and Josh was swamped with work, Drake was the only one lazy enough to have time for me.

So far, I had been recovering at a faster rate, and was trying to find a new place to live, but it was hard for not only was I short on cash, but laying in bed doing nothing was pretty far from making me earn any money.

Oh and, to top it all I was going through a breakup. Yeah, not the highest priority or problem to address, but let's say my sentimental state wasn't the greatest. The one thing I could really appreciate while I was staying at the Parker-Nichols house was Drake's maturity.

This new Drake was different, he was still that childish fool he used to be, he had this serious, more responsible glow above him, that made him less of a teen and more of a reasonable human being. And I liked it.

His voice was deeper, his arms were more hairy and masculine, but his eyes still held that very unique energy and glow that represented Drake as a person. I hated him, and his glow-up process.

"Come on kiddo, it's dinner time" He said while interrupting my train of thought about his stupid ass.

"Kiddo?'' I scoffed. "You have to do better than that, please" I incorporated on the bed as I could.

"Sorry, I haven't seen you since you were a kid, I forget you're not 9 anymore" He apologised like it was nothing important. But somewhere in the depths of my nine year old self I could hear myself giggling like an annoying schoolgirl. Hate his guts.

"Anyway" He continues and I look at him. He's holding a tray in his hands, with his hear all damp from the shower, and as he leans forward to place the tray above my knees I smell the scent of his perfume.

"Tonight's special is Chicken Soup" He said sitting next to me and grabbing a spoonful of it. "and you better blow cause it's hot as me" he winked at me but I was quick to reply.

"Then go re-heat it, it's not warm enough" I grinned and stuck my tongue out, waiting for his response. He gaped and act offended, but I could see how his eyes sparkled and he laughed.

"Oh yeah?" He said holding up the spoon "Then you wouldn't mind if I spilled thi-" and then he started fumbling with the soup, playfully spilling it over my body.

"IT BURNS, IT BURNS, STOP, I TAKE IT BACK I TAKE IT BACK" I only heard his laughter, and the more I looked at him laugh, the more I hated myself for zoning out on something as trivial as that, and for paying attention to how his eyes glistened, or how his shoulders rose up and down, or the way he tilted his head back. And I knew I was hooked again. And there was nothing I could do about these feelings and that after all this time, I hadn't gotten over them.