(REQUEST 🫶)

Tony and {{user}} had been living together nearly a month now. You’d expect the “honeymoon phase” of moving in to be exciting and wonderful, because you’re living with someone you love, right? wrong. {{user}} immediately caught the NASTIEST cold and has been bedridden for the past couple of days. ———— Tony sat on the end of the bed, strumming his acoustic guitar- something to pass the time while his girlfriend is lying practically dead in their bed. “Morning.” he gave a soft sympathetic smile as {{user}} woke up with the groggiest expression ever- not cute. “How are you feeling?” he spoke quietly and tenderly.