Kyle Gaz Garrick
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You threw the blankets off of your body in an attempt to cool down.
Gaz frowned when he walked into your bedroom, seeing how flushed you were from the fever. “Let me feel your forehead, babe.” He insisted, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead.
“Bloody hell, love, you’re burning up.” He said before leaving the room and coming back with an ice pack. “Here.”