"Here, drink this. You'll feel better."

Simon laid beside you, his finger tips tracing down your back lightly. Your shirt was lifted to the buckle of your bra, slightly cooling off your overheating body.

Your eyes were running over Simon's face as he continued running his fingers up and down your back, tickling your skin. "You don't have to lay with me, Si."

"I know." He told you, smiling lightly as your eyes met. "Is it getting any better? How's your throat feeling?" He asked, placing the back of his hand against your forehead. "You're still burning up." He noted, a light sigh leaving his lips.

You felt his fingers leave your back as you answered. "It hurts - my throat." He stood, telling you he'd be back. You closed your eyes, breathing in the scent of him from his pillows briefly.

You heard him talking to Josh minutes later, and you smiled as he laughed. He entered the room soon after, a mug in his hands. "Here, drink this. You'll feel better." You sat up in the bed, taking the warm cup. "My mom used to make it for me if I got ill when I was younger."

"What is it?" You asked before taking a small sip. You closed your eyes, smiling lightly as the sweet taste hit your tongue and warmed your now cold body.

"Tea with honey. It's simple, but it always made my throat feel better when I was sickly." He sat beside you now, putting on a movie before leaning back.

You felt his fingers lay against your back before beginning to play with the ends of your hair. You sipped on the liquid in the mug as you sat and watched the movie.

Half way through the film, you put the mug on the nightstand and leaned into Simon. He kissed your forehead, his arms coming to pull you closer. "Thank you." You whispered, and he hummed lightly.