You were curled up in bed, sick with the flu. Keegan was sitting back against the headboard while you rested against him.

He carefully ran his fingers through your hair and looked down at you, occasionally pressing the back of his hand to your cheek to check your temperature.

He lightly glided his fingertips along your cheek and to your neck before resting his hand on on your jaw to gently caress your cheek.

When he saw your eyes flutter open, he smiled at you. "How are you feeling?"