Romance

Ethan’s POV

I hear the door creak open, followed by approaching soft sounds of flip-flops on the floor.

When she gets to the bedside, we lock eyes and she gently settles on the space beside me, her eyes never leaving mine.

She must have also had a shower as the scent of vanilla fills my nostrils as she sits.

She’s wearing a cream coloured gown that compliments her fair glass skin. I should insure that. Infact, I should insure her entire being.

“Are you running temperature?” Spitfire places her palm on my forehead, checking my temperature.

“I’m fine,” I smile.

“And you don’t need anything? You aren’t hungry…”

I am, baby. But for something—someone—else.

“I don’t need anything except you by my side. And I have that already.”

I see a tint of pink appear on her cheeks.

“Spitfire, can you sleep beside me?” I ask all of a sudden.

I don't even know where it popped out from.

I brace myself for her response. Is she going to hit me? Curse at me? Barge out the door?

Hell.

However, without saying a