"I have a cold... don't kiss me", I said.
"I'm not worried about it", he said, leaning over for a kiss.
"I'm serious...don't come crying to me if you get sick", I retorted.
"Don't worry", he replied, then pressed his lips tightly to mine.
* * *
A week goes by... and then I get the text message:
"Sweetie, I think I caught your cold. Feel achy and going between hot and cold.... it sucks to be me".
What do I say to that? Seriously.... I did warn the guy, so why do I feel guilty?
Oh yeah, because I love him.
* * *
Being sick stinks..... especially when you're stuck sharing it with the one you love.