I hold the spoon up and glare at him, "Eat. Your. Soup."

He narrows his eyes at me and shakes his head, "I don't want soup."

I huff out in frustration and put the now luke-warm chicken noodle soup on the nearby table. "Zander, you cannot eat three cheeseburgers while sick. You'll only feel worse!" I sigh and close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance. "Will you please eat your soup, for me?" I look back up at him pleadingly, reaching back over to hold the soup out for him.

He stares at me blankly, then bursts out into a fit of laughter. He clutches his stomach as he laughs, which quickly turns into a coughing fit. I gently rub his back as he coughs, giving him a flat look when he smiles over at me sheepishly.

"You're insufferable." I smile softly, my heart warming despite my annoyance towards the sick boy in front of me. I look down at the soup and stir it up again, gently biting my lip as not to smile like a madwoman.

He sighs loudly, drawing my attention back up to his face. I raise an expectant eyebrow and he responds with another sigh accompanied by a groan, "Yes, I'll eat the soup, only because you asked so nicely." He pokes my side with a grin on his face.

I flinch away from him and swat at his hand, "That tickles, quit it!"

"So demanding." He shakes his head sadly, "Too bad it only makes me want to rebel even more." He reaches out and latches onto my hips, abruptly pulling me towards him. I gasp loudly when the soup sloshes forward, spilling all over the front of his shirt. I cover my mouth and stare down at the mess then look back up to him. He's staring down at his shirt with surprise, his hands falling away from my hips to poke at a noodle laying on his stomach. Slowly, his eyes make their way up to meet mine, both of us immediately starting to laugh at the mess.

"Well, that didn't go as planned, did it?" I place the now empty bowl on the table and turn back to Zander, my eyes almost falling out of my head when I see him.

"No, it didn't," He shakes his head at himself then looks up at me, "Do you have any shirts for me?" He points down at his shirt, perfectly rolled up in his hand as not to spill any of the soup everywhere else. Upon seeing my expression he frowns slightly, "What?"

What is breathing?

"I-I uh - Yeah just let me - uh - yeah," I get up quickly, a burning blush making its way across my cheeks. I rush out of the room and run to my parents room, shutting the door behind me to lean against it. I shut my eyes tightly but reopen them quickly as images of Zander's naked chest starts floating around my head again. Oh my fudge woman, get a grip! I take a deep breath and push forward, moving across the room to rummage through my dad's shirt drawer. It's mostly composed of business shirts and flannels, to which I all push aside. It's gotta be in here somewhere . . .

Eureka!

I pull out the faded Led Zepplin shirt from the back of his drawer, smiling down at it fondly. He used to tell me so many stories about this shirt, the main one being about how he met mom while wearing this shirt. I slam the drawer shut and spin around, walking back downstairs to find Zander rinsing his shirt under the sink. He hears me approaching and turns around slightly and oh boy those abs, I can't. I can't, I'm going to die.

I force myself to look up at his face, keeping my smile in tact. "Here you go, trade?" I point to his now dripping wet shirt and offer mine halfway.

He smiles gratefully and reaches out to take the shirt, "Thanks, Cupcake."

"Ah," I pull the shirt back so he misses it, my deadly stare pinning him in place, "Hurt this shirt, I'll hurt you. Please, return it as soon as you can."

He nods in understanding and flashes a cheeky grin, "I wouldn't dream of it. Now," He turns back to his soaked shirt and rings it out, turning back to me with a now sheepish grin, "Got a way of washing this?"

I nod and take the shirt from him, my nose scrunching up slightly at how wet it is. It's gonna drip all over the floor if I'm not careful. Zander gently takes the Zepplin shirt, gingerly throwing it on over his head and then tugging it down. My heart stutters in my chest and a warm smile spreads across my cheeks at the sight of him. He is literally gorgeous, I have no words. With a happy sigh and a nod towards the hallway, we're off to clean his soupy shirt.

~•~

"You got me sick, you jerk!"

Zander grins widely and shrugs, "Like I told you, it'd be twice the fun. Now, scoot over!" He gently pushes my blanket covered feet out of the way before sitting down on the couch with me. I grumble in response, defiantly moving my feet back to lay in his lap as I twist around on the couch and get comfortable.

He immediately decided to come over, and I quote, 'nurture me back to health' as soon as he heard I was sick too. I knew I shouldn't have kissed him that day, though it was worth it, being sick still sucks!

I sniffle and grab a tissue, cradling the box to my chest. "Ugggh, why is being sick so miserable?!"

"Because you're sick, duh." He states matter-of-fact. He grabs the remote from on top of my hip, turning up the T.V. as the movie starts. I will never tire of watching the Avengers. Halfway through the movie, He's getting up again and disappears into the kitchen. I don't pay any mind to it and stay focused on Chris Evan's beautiful face.

I hear a loud crash and a hissed out 'Shit' that has me scrambling to my feet. I run to the kitchen and stop at the door frame, my eyes widening when I see the scattered pieces of glass everywhere. Zander smiles sheepishly and points to the broken, I don't even know what it was, on the floor.

"I can explain that . . ."

I raise an eyebrow and lean against the door frame as a cough racks through my body, "What ha-happened?" I clear my throat after the last cough, moving to stand up straight.

"No stop!" He motions towards the floor, "You might step on one. Stay where you are and I'll clean up." He grabs the broom from beside the hallway entrance, making quick work to sweep up the mess till he's beside me.

I lightly touch his shoulder to bring his attention towards me, a worried frown etched across my face. "What happened?"

He smiles and leans forward, softly kissing my cheek. "I went to get a bowl from the cabinet and didn't realize I grabbed two, so the second ended up on the floor before I could catch it. I guess you'll have to wait a bit until I can make you soup."

My eyes snap back up to his face and I grin stupidly, "You were going to make me soup?"

He looks back over at me with an eyebrow raised, a small smile on his lips, "Yes . . . ? Is that a big deal?"

I blush but nod anyways, "Yes, it's a very big deal in my books." I state seriously, pretending to pull a small book out of my back pocket and make a check mark.

He stares at me with a huge grin on his face now, "Are you serious?" He brushes the last of the glass in the dust pan, disposing it in the trash and making his way over to me. I frown and purse my lips thoughtfully as he stops in front of me and takes my hands in his.

"Well, yeah, this is a very serious matter."

He laughs and shakes his head, pulling my body closer to his. "You're weird."

I laugh softly, breaking character, "Oh hush, you love me."

He stops laughing almost immediately, a blush rising across his cheeks. He looks down at our hands and back up again. My breath catches in the back of my throat at the look of pure sincerity in his eyes. I search his eyes frantically, looking for anything to tell me what's going on. He smiles widely as tears slowly start forming in his eyes, his hands holding onto my face with a certain type of urgency yet tenderness that has my mind spinning in circles.

"I really do," He lets out a breathy laugh, "I really do, Sarah, I love you."

I grin widely, tears immediately forming as I clutch at his arms, a happy giggle escaping my lips, "R-Really?!"

He laughs again and nods, pulling my face up to plant a kiss filled with so much passion and love that I can't help the happy tears that fall down my cheeks. He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine, his fingers keeping me in place to ensure I don't go anywhere. Pfft, as if I would! He opens his eyes and looks at me joyfully, "I do, I really do."

I giggle softly and press some more soft kisses against his lips, pulling away only slightly so I can speak, "I do too. I love you too."

He laughs happily and pulls away, leaning down to scoop me up into his arms. I squeal in surprise, my hand flying up to hold onto his shoulders as he spins us around. Once he stops I hold my head as my eyes struggle to focus, a weary smile on my face.

"That probably wasn't such a good idea while I'm sick . . ."

~•~

Gosh dang, chicken noodle soup, am I right? 😏😂

I just hiccuped and I think one of my lungs tried to jump out...Anyways 😂
Chapter 39 is here! Woot woot! There are only three left now AHHHHH 😭😭😭😭 I'm so excited though, I'm so proud of how far we've come!! And how far we'll go *hint hint hint* 😏😏😏😏 (*gasping* what's to come?! 😱😂)

EEEEEEP The L bomb has been dropped! I REPEAT: THE L BOMB HAS BEEN DROPPED!! It's about dang time too! Zarah is so cute, OTP FOR LIFE 😭❤️

GUYS OMG!! So my bestie pointed out to me that a very famous and Watty's award winning book (you know the name or you don't, I don't wanna mention names 😂) Is using the same picture I have had!! 😱😱😂😂😂 They probably have no idea about my book but considering theirs is one that I love and all of a sudden their cover is the same (with different names and stuff of course, just the same picture) is kinda wild 😂😂😂 So just letting you know, if you happen to see that book and be like "Omg what?!" It's just the same pic 😂 I WILL NOT BE CHANGING MINE BTW. I had mine first! I called dibs! 😂😂 Anyways,

I'm sitting here petting a cat 😂😂 Boy, I love cats. Oh, okay, now he's biting my hand. 😂😑

Soooo, there's a lot of text talk right? I'm just recently learning some of the meanings...I suck at this. What's some text talk you've heard but have no idea what it stands for? I just recently figured out what JFC, STG, and TFW mean...they're not very good 😂😂

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~Molly