COD - sick

*peek up at him through lashes* ...so if I wasn't sick? *voice barely a whisper*

*jaw tightens* Then we'd be having a different conversation. *voice drops to a growl*

*heart racing, grip his shirt tighter* ...what kind of conversation?

*eyes snap open, glaring at them over your head***Shoo**. *voice low, dangerous* Now.

*stir at the voices, eyes barely opening* ...hm? *cling tighter to ghost's shirt, voice thick with sleep*

*tighten hold* Just the lads. Go back to sleep.

*at like 3am ghost wakes up to my face so close to his our lips are touching*

*eyes snap open, body going rigid for a second before I relax slightly* ...Pup? *voice barely a whisper, hand hovering uncertainly near your face*

*eyes flutter open, realizing* oh- *scramble back, face burning* s-sorry I... *hide face in hands*