Caring for Him
No matter how many times I’ve seen that clueless expression on his face, I couldn't bring myself to get used to it or the way that my heart leapt strangely in my chest.
“But Jenna said…” I murmured before my mouth hung open and I was at a loss for words.
Did she fool me? Had I been worrying about nothing at all all this time?
The expression I had on my face must have been quite amusing because it managed to make Bradon laugh.
“Oh, I guess she just meant to say that I’m a little overworked…” he said after his laughter had calmed down somewhat.
“You’re overworked? So, that means that you’re still sick…right?” I asked as my worries returned.
“I guess…” Bradon mumbled without meeting my eyes.
“Are you or are you not feeling unwell?” I asserted my question again.
“What would you do if I told you that I’m feeling unwell?” he asked before grinning at me.
“Stop playing games with me! Just answer me honestly, are you sick or are you not sick?” I demanded to know.