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20- Hot Stuff
"Rayan, tell me what's wrong." Scott tried to keep his voice gentle, but he felt some anxiety creep in anyway.
"Don’ feel gud... M'tummy... buh'is 'kay."
"Your stomach doesn’t feel good? Did you throw up?'
"Couple times...yeah..."
"Are you running a fever?"
"I'don know..."
"Do you feel warm?"
"I's cold..."
"You're cold?"
"Yeah..." He paused. There was the sound of blankets rustling. "Cuddle Buhg...?"
"Yes?"
Rayan's voice was so pitiful it tugged at the heartstrings. "Can I geh’ sum Gatorade too... Ah'll pay yu back, promise..."
"Of course I’ll get you some Gatorade too. What flavor do you want?"
"Yellow meibe..."
"Understood. I'm leaving work now. I'll be by your place a
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Mark Me Yours 22- Getting Comfortable
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Mark Me Yours 23- Calling Out
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Mark Me Yours 24- Feeling Better
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"Cuddle Bug, do you think I'm attractive?"Scott was a little taken aback by the bluntness of the question, but answered immediately, "When I first saw you at the grocery, I stayed in your line on purpose, just for a chance to talk to you. When you came to my clinic, and the sunlight from the windows hit you just right, I had butterflies. When you agreed to our first date, I could barely restrain myself from doing cartwheels down the hall. If I could tell myself then, that you would be in my bed now, I would have called myself a liar."
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