For the past few days, you've been battling illness, overwhelmed by sweat and a high fever.
One night, as you lay in bed with your husband, you struggled to find sleep, tossing and turning relentlessly.
Suddenly, Aslahan opened his eyes and turned to you.
"Someone having trouble sleeping?" he asked, gently pulling you towards him, guiding your face to his.
He placed his hand on your chin and leaned in to kiss you, but you pushed him away slightly.
"I don't want you to get sick because of me," you murmured, aware of the risk of passing on your illness to him.
He gave a wry smile, shook his head, then lay back and leaned over you, his face just inches from yours, gazing at you with a captivating yet tender look.
He whispered softly, "I'm already sick of you,"
before gently kissing your lips.