My Disease

"You're my disease," he tells her one day.

She frowns immediately. She doesn't get it.

"You're contagious," he tells her later.

She doesn't know whether to be offended by that or not.

"You keep me in bed when I should be getting up to start the day," he adds.

She wonders if he's accusing her of something. Maybe their new relationship is too distracting for him. Maybe he can't handle it. Maybe he wants to break up with her.

"You make my temperature rise with no trouble at all," he says hours later.

She's confused as hell. What was he trying to say?

"You're my disease and I'd have it no other way."

The pieces fall together and suddenly, she understands.

"If I'm your disease," she tells him, "then you're mine."

fin.