Separate names with a comma.
"I love you."
"I don't want you sick."
"Yes. You are a jerk, but you are also Arlo."
She squinted. "I love you, I think?"
He pulled away. "What did I say? Don't get sick.."
"No I didn't."
"Shut up. I do hate you, but I secretly don't."
"A bit, but not as bad as it could be. And if you get sick, then you're a liar."
She couldn't help but smile. "I know your name."
She rolled her eyes. "I guess you can have your three kisses back. I guess."
He chuckled slightly. "Still."
"I guess," she muttered. "Jerk."
She hesitated before wrapping her arms around him. "I hate you."
"Hopefully I don't get you sick.."
"Hmph. Fine."
She squinted at him. "Yes.."
It was a bit warmer than usual, and he blinked. "Fever?"
She frowned. "That's not fair."
"I really am."
She squinted at him, moving back to her side of the bed. "Hm."
