OBSESSED

49

JARROD

Leah and I had a nice slow Saturday. Since I wanted to make sure she was still alright after last night, I encouraged her to stay at my place so I could watch over her.

Per my doctoral recommendation, she was on strict bed rest orders except to use the bathroom. Leah let her friends know that she was doing better, which I think helped her believe it too.

I offered some ibuprofen to help with the lingering headache and kept the bruise on her cheek iced.

After spending the whole day watching '80s rom-coms, Leah complained about needing sustenance that was breakfast food. She didn't care that there was still plenty of leftovers.

I could eat the same thing every day and it would never bother me, but she wasn't like that. I found it amusing.

"Let's order something," I suggested while stroking her hair, her head cradled in my lap.

"Pizza?" she asked.

I grinned. "Pizza is my weakness."

She sat up with a victorious smirk. "Dominoes, it is." Whipping out her phone, she dialed them from speed dial.

I chuckled. Sometimes we were eerily alike.

"What do you like on your pizza?" she asked me.

"I'm not choosy. I like meat, though."

Her lips curled back deviantly. "Oh, I bet you do."

Laughing, I pushed her off my lap. She fell against the couch in a fit of giggles.

"What about mushrooms then?" she said.

I nodded which earned a feigned look of disgust.

"Mushrooms are the devil's fruit," she muttered.

"Actually," I started with a chuckle, "I think that's weed—"

"Hi there!" Leah cheered into the phone.

She proceeded to order a meat lover's pizza with olives and extra cheese. By the time the call was over, I was practically drooling on myself. I didn't realize how hungry I was. Looking after her all day had kept me entertained and distracted from eating myself.

"It'll be my treat," Leah boasted.

"It was your treat by coming up with the delicious idea," I said. "I'll pay. You're in my home anyway."

"Exactly. You've already been watching over me for hours. I'm paying you back with pizza."

"As sweet as that is, I can think of a..." My gaze raked down her body still clothed in only my shirt. "Better currency."

She stared back at me, wide-eyed, before bursting with laughter again. I'd never heard her laugh so much but it made me undeniably happy.

"You're something else, Doc. You are the one who denied me last night!" Crossing her arms over her chest, she gave me a snooty face and said, "I don't think you can handle all of this."