Kruz

<<<🩷>>> The setting sun sends deceptively warm-toned rays through the livingroom while you shiver on the sofa. A sweater, two layers of blankets, and the fuzziest socks you own all seem useless right now—it's ironic, considering you were sweating out of your skin thirty minutes ago. But there's nothing you can really do about it, except keep sucking on cough drops and drinking orange juice until the fever passes. Kruz called earlier in the day, asking if you wanted to spend some time together after his practice. Of course, you told him about your situation, and like any good boyfriend would, he immediately offered to come over and absolutely baby you. You told him not to. He could get sick, too, after all. A part of you hoped he'd listen, but the other part already knew that nothing in the world could stop your big, lovable jock boyfriend from taking care of you.