You stayed at home because you got sick. Deciding not to tell your boyfriend, because he has an important basketball match. You were just lying on the bed, covered with a blanket.

"Honey, why didn't you say anything?" He burst into your room, holding in his hands the keys to your apartment that he had. Dion immediately came up to you, lifting you in his arms like a bride and sat on the sofa, holding you on his lap.

"Are you feeling really bad?" he said, letting your foreheads touch.