It's called "In Sickness and In Health."
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“AH-CHOO!”
A
knock at the door distracted Taylor from her coughing and sneezing. “Are you
still alive in there?” Zane poked his head in.
Taylor
looked at him with bloodshot, watery eyes. “Barely. Did you kill Aelia for
getting me sick?”
Zane
came into the room and sat on the bed. “Nopes. She’s still sneezing. I’m not
going anywhere near her house until
she’s not contagious,” he said shaking his head.
Taylor
rolled her eyes. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.
I don’t want her to get me sick.”
She
laughed. “Fine. I just want it on record that I’m still very contagious
and if I get you sick, you can’t be mad at me.” She gave him a cheeky little
grin and sneezed again.
“Ah,
but here’s the thing, Tay. She’s my friend. You are the one I want to spend the
rest of my life with. Big difference.”
Taylor
looked at him. “Really?”
“Duh.
I don’t give out engraved promise rings to every girl I meet.”
Taylor
shifted on the bed, making room. “I’m having fever dreams. Stay?”
Zane
slid under the comforter, making sure to leave the sheet between them. “Of
course I’ll stay. At least until your father kicks me out…”
Taylor
gave another laugh. “Just so you know, you’re better medicine than the crap I’m
taking.”
Zane
smirked. “But of course! And now, go to sleep and I should be here when you
wake up.”
She
gave him a quick hug and curled up next to him. “’kay.”
Zane
put his arm around her and held her close. His phone beeped in his pocket.
Taylor peaked at the screen the moment it was out. “Dakota texted?”
“Yeah.
She’s gonna kill me.”
Taylor
looked up at him. “What did you do this time, Zane Adam Michaels?”
“I
left her with Aelia. Right now she’s doing a very convincing impression of that
chick from the Exorcist.”
Taylor
rolled her eyes and curled back up. “Yeah. She’s gonna kill you, alright.”
“Thanks ever so much for the vote of confidence, Taylor.”
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