You and Kyle could never have normal arguments. Everything always turned into a huge blowout and one of you would end up being the crazier one, this time it was you. You stood outside on the terrace in the pouring rain for hours because you refused to be stuck in the same flat as him until you’d calmed down. As a result of your little stunt you ended up catching a cold. You had a high fever and you could barely move due to how weak you felt. The only positive was the Kyle was caring for you, he was completely at your beck and call. He came back into the bedroom with a cold compress and he carefully adjusted it on your forehead, stroking your hair lovingly.

“If I didn’t know better I’d say you did this on purpose to get back at me, cheeky minx. You know how much I worry about you.” He murmured gently.