“Umm…” I start, but I feel nervous with the way he’s looking at me and I nod slowly. “Only if you want to.” I manage to whisper.
“Of course I want to. I never want to be away from you again.” he tells me and places the medicine on the bedside table. “Don’t take it unless it gets too bad. But if it does, tell me. We’ll figure something out.” he says and walks out of the room, this time returning with an ice pack and a black suit case. He sits back down beside me again and takes my hand, gently removing the wrapping around it and places it on my lap with the ice pack on top. “Does that feel OK?” he asks.
“Yeah, it’s fine.” I tell him and he stands, taking the suitcase across the room to place it in a chair. He loosens and then unties his tie and slowly unbuttons his shirt, turning
