37| BREAKFAST IN BED

PERSY

I woke up with the craziest headache. I could swear that there was a violent party going on in my head right now, and my throat was really dry, too.

In all, I did not feel too good.

I reached my hand to my forehead and my hand landed on a wet cloth on my head. Confused, I started to take it off when I heard his voice, "Leave that there, you've been burning up."

Aiden?

I did not get off the bed, though, because the headache chose that time to come back with full force. I moaned in pain, and shut my eyes, beginning to faintly smell something nice. I knew the smell of my favorite rice recipe when I cane across it.

Just like that, I found the strength to peel my eyes open, and then slowly sit up with my hand placed on my forehead so the cloth placed on my head would not fall off.

Aiden stood in front of the bed, shirtless, with a tray in hand as he approached me. I stared at him with my jaw on the floor, but it was not just because of the fact that he was shirtless. Was I seeing c