Willow has just one rule:
Must. Always. Hate. Dane.
She grew up with Dane Wainsworth, just as her brother. He's her brother's bestfriend. And she hates him. He's annoying, arrogant and way too confident.
But that's not what she writes in her diary...
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He wakes me up softly.
I feel his finger brush over my jaw, then a gentle kiss on my lips. "Baby, wake up," he whispers. I groan, opening my eyes just half. "No," I growl and close my eyes again.
I regret it immediately, but I really don't feel good. My muscles are rigid, my stomach hurts and I am exhausted. It's probably the lack of sleep that's beginning to dawn.
"I'm sorry," I sigh, sitting up. Woah. Dizzy. He frowns and picks me up in bridal style. I groan and hide my face in his neck. "Still sleepy?" he asks, his voice near my temple.
I shake my head, and feel him walk downstairs. "I think I'm a little sick. Because of the lack of sleep," I explain. He nods and sits down on the couch.
I snuggle sideways into his chest. He kisses my forehead, then backs away. "Whoa, you're warm. Let's get you a blanket and a hot water bottle. You're gonna get cold, I know how it feels," he says and sets me on the couch, then runs to the kitchen.
"Hi, sir," I hear him say to my Dad. "Hey, Dane. Where's Willow? I have an offer for her," I head Dad tell him. Oh?
"She's not feeling very well, sir," Dane sighs and he walks back to me. I reach for him and tuck to his chest again, sideways.
Dad follows him and watches him wrap a blanket around me. I stop shivering and close my eyes, feeling okay. I'm still not feeling good, but it's a little more doable in Dane's arms. He places the hot water bottle under my feet.
The warmth wraps around me and I sigh, happily. Dad smiles at me. "Hey, Willow. I know you're a little sick, but I have good news. There's this department in my hospital, ah I love saying it's my hospital, but yeah. As I was saying, that department offers a staying for elder people, like a retirement home, but with more nurses. And they search students to go talk to the lonely ones. Shall I sign you up?"
I nod and smile. It's a nice job, and I've always liked elder people. Their stories about their grand children are great. Dad smiles. "Okay. There's already another student. She's as old as you, maybe a possibility as friend?"
He gives me a wink and walk out of the room. I look at Dane and he gives me a kiss. "You'll do great at that job. Those people will love you. But not as much as I do. You're mine," he grins and plants another kiss on my lips.
I giggle. Then, I frown. He frowns too. "What's wrong?" he asks, seeming a little panicked. "I want ice cream," I whine, and he chuckles. I slap his upper arm, causing him to cringe. "Girls really don't know how much that hurts," he mutters.
"I'm serious. Ice cream, boyfriend and a movie help to cure any sickness," I say. He rolls his eyes, but gets up. He keeps carrying me -with my blanket, ladies and gentlemen- as he walks tot he kitchen. "Which flavour?"
I shrug. "Chocolate."
He takes the box of chocolate out of the freezer and walks back. He tucks us back into our previous spot and I snuggle into his chest.
