“Take two Tylenol every four to six hours,” he says on the other side of the door, and I hate that we have to stay so far apart. It’s torture after being so close to him.
“I will,” I mutter. “I appreciate you cooking. Hopefully, I can get it down.”
“If anything, it’ll help not to take the meds on an empty stomach and give you some strength.”
“Right now, all I want to do is sleep. Maybe I’ll wake up better.” I snort at my wishful thinking. “Are you okay so far?” I ask.
“Yeah, I feel great besides the fact that I can’t be near you. I miss you already. Chanel misses you, too,” he adds at the end, and it earns him a slight laugh. She must’ve snuck out earlier when he left.
“You can send her in,” I respond, knowing how often she annoys Bruno.
He chuckles. “Nah, she’s fine. The three of us
