Sniffle

rain

The wind shifted outside causing heavy rain to hit the window. Although he hated to be out in the rain, he had to admit that it was soothing to listen to. Especially soothing for those who may be under the weather recovering inside. The rain seemed to have a way of lulling one to sleep, which the occupant of the bed seemed to agree with.

He stood there for a moment questioning whether or not if he should stay. But if he did, he would have to sit on her bed. She could call him old-fashioned all she wanted but he just couldn't bring himself to invite himself into her bed without permission. Nor could he grantee if he did stay, he would be able take his eye off of her or resist the itch the to move her wayward hair out of her face.