Both Tate and I walked hand in hand to the infirmary. Arriving at the closed door, I glanced at Tate who gave the door a gentle knock before walking in with me in tow.
Tom laid in the uncomfortable looking bed, his slow steady breaths visible by the rise and fall of his chest.
"Is he asleep?" I whispered to Tate who leaned down to give me my answer but the now wide awake Tom bet him to it.
"Yeah, no thanks to you," Tom said grumbling as he sat up.
"What? I was whispering!" I said in disbelief.
Tate chuckled and circled an arm around my waist as he pulled me closer to his body.
"He was just kidding," Tate said with his head next to my ear, his breath fanning over my neck.
"It wasn't very funny," I said with a small pout and Tate grinned placing his lips on mine for a second before pu
