"Please… come and sleep with me."
Leo blinked, eyebrows raising slightly. He shook his head, "That… might not be a good idea."
However—
"Please, Senior… I don't know if I'll even wake up tomorrow…" Her voice wavered, almost pleading. "Just one last time… please."
Leo flinched at her words, "Idiot, what are you even saying?" he frowned, voice rougher than before.
She wasn't in her right mind—her fever was twisting her thoughts. Still, he sighed deeply, giving in, and slowly lay down beside her.
"Come under the quilt…" she whispered, her voice low, almost dangerous in its tenderness.
Leo's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. He lifted the blanket and slid under, their bodies separated by only a few inches of warm space. He turned his head... and she was already looking at him.
Their eyes locked. Her lips curled into the faintest smile.
