[ WP ] Please tell me about one of your fonder memories .

He quivered as he ate the watermelon chunks I brought him. His body must have been dehydrated after voiding his stomach so many times, and I urged him to replenish his weak body. It was only my second day with him, yet I felt so close. He laid in my bed with goosebumps covering his body and arm hair standing erect. As he covered himself in my fluffy zebra blankets to rest, I sat down at my desk and started writing. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, wishing to be closer to his sickly body, but I stayed away so I would n't bother him. He winced and swallowed as I watched the waves of nausea take over him. 
 
 He started mumbling to me as he barely opened his eyes. He asked me what I was doing, and if I could snuggle with him. I had never snuggled with a guy despite dreaming so long for the day it would happen. Nervous, I snuck under the sheets and laid next to him while he shook. I watched the sweat roll down his feverish body and the muscles of his back and arms ripple with every tremor. His hand came back to gingerly grasp my fingers and brought my cold, nervous hand to his hot chest. He squeezed my hand and my body came closer. I studied the strands of hair and how perfectly fell. His ears looked so soft to kiss and I desperately wanted to feel his glistening muscles. The scars and imperfections on his body somehow made him more perfect as I studied them. Despite how sick he was, my normal tendency of being an emetophobe had completely disappeared and I wanted to stay in the moment forever. If I had died, I would have died happy. 

