The Agent's Priority

C31- (Matthew's POV)

I watch 4 feet away at her sleeping form, she didn't look peaceful with her eyebrows knitted downwards in a frown, her eyes slightly moving against her closed eyelids, beads of sweat rolling down the side of her tired face, her brown almost black hair stuck to her forehead and the sides of her face from the messy unfathomable kind that I attempted to tie her hair into, her nose and defined cheeks flushed, her pink lips chapped and pale that is slightly jutted out in a cute pout by the grey plush pillow she tucked under her chin.

She looked unbelievably exhausted... exhausted yet unbelievably beautiful at the same time

I reach out to her head very carefully standing up from my spot on the other end of the couch she's sleeping in and bending down to be able to reach her sweaty and drained out face

Those lips... the same pair of lips that touched mine breifly in an accidentally very unexpected kiss

Well its not even considered a kiss yet... nevermind

I press the back of my hand on her flushed cheeks satisfied at her wearing down fever before twisting my body to the side to get the dry light pink towel by the expensive looking glass table and gently wipe her sweat from her forehead, temples, the sides of her face, her jaw, then the column of her neck all while taking off all the stray hairs sticking to her face and neck

I saw her lips open slightly before releasing puffs of hollow breaths from them

Her nose is still blocked

"Adorable" I breathed out unable to contain myself

Huffing through my nose I went back to the seat she mentally estimated 3 feat away from her that she ordered me to, right after I suggested for her to go to sleep

Sighing I turn on my phone to look for any notifications, 2 from my superior asking why had I not attended this afternoon's training half an hour ago which I vaguely replied with "I'm not feeling well" as an excuse to look after the girl snoring softly on her sleep

"Hey Zai—"

I snapped my head to the direction of the door seeing the culprit who texted me into checking Zaia up

"Hey." I breathed out before glancing at Zaia's sleeping form "she had been sleeping for a while now"

He hummed before clearing his throat awkwardly as he took off his blazer and sat at the lone couch near Zaia's head

"How's she?" He asked frowning at her sleeping conflicted features "I went here as soon as my classes are done." He sighed staring at the mess by the glass table before reaching to get the vanilla biscuits I've been munching onto earlier

"Her fever had lessened impressively... I'm guessing she'd just be having minor headaches, still with an itchy and dry throat but much more bearable considering the amount of lukewarm water she had been drinking, along with her still stuffy nose since she had not quite eliminated an amount of mucus that caused her cold.." I explained animatedly as I read the notes I've written on the clipboard that I have taken along with me earlier

"Oh wow... I'm—that's good to hear" he stammered with an unsure smile before nodding "atleast she's okay"

"For now as she sleeps" I unconsciously took a glance longer than I should've before meeting his questioning eyes with a ghost of a smirk