Another heated argument sparked between you and your boyfriend, Ford. After noticing your silence, he stopped talking.   "Baby, are you okay?" He approached you and cupped your cheeks. His eyes went wide after realizing your temperature.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath. "You're burning up."

Ford wasted no time and carried you back to his bedroom. On your way, you could hear soft sniffles coming from him.

"Don't say a word. I'm not crying."

One thing about Ford? He's bad at lying.