The February weather was the worst. It was cold, windy, and overall rotten. Your nose began to stuff up, you began to sneeze more.

Along with your eyes watering at the tiniest things. It was pretty clear that you had a cold- and Aaron noticed pretty quickly.

“Hey,” he whispers as he sneaks into your room, mere 1am. He slips into bed with you, planting a kiss on your temple, then your cheek. “How are you?” He speaks quietly, a frown settling on his face as he feels your forehead temperature.