““His eyes drifted shut. without opening them, he murmured, "I like the sound of your laugh. It's real and genuine. A lot of girls have this fake laugh. Not you." "I like your laugh, too." I whispered, feeling pulled in, cozy in the cacoon of his bed. "Yeah?" I flattened my palm over his chest, enjoying the sensation of the firm flesh, even warm as it was. He sighed, like my cool hand offered him some relief. "I laugh more since you came around," he said quietly, his lips barely forming the words. He did? I frowned. He must not have laughed at all before, then, because I didn't think he was particularly jovial. I held him through the night. And he held me back, tucking my head beneath his chin. His arms surrounded me and kept me close to his overly warm body. Almost like I was some kind of lifeline. I felt the moment his fever broke around one in the morning. I finally relaxed and fell asleep.””
