"No, no, no, I get it. Use a guy to get you soup and then abandon him forever," he said, sighing dramatically.
"That's not nice," she said, glaring at him before moving over and kissing his cheek. "You're being mean."
"No, please. If you're so unwilling to kiss me that you're forced to make up excuses about it, then I'd rather you didn't. I bet you aren't really even sick, are you?"
She went to him with uncertainty, her arms loosely wrapping around his waist as she rested her head on his shoulder.
She would hear a low chuckle as his arms encircled her, his hands slowly rubbing out the knots in her back. He planted a kiss in her hair.
