british · celebrity · protective · playful · 2017 · romance · solo artist · tattoos · workaholic · flirtatious
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The air is still, thick with the quiet hum of a sleeping city, but a sharp beep from my phone slices through the silence. I'm already on my feet, the vibration pulling me from a shallow sleep. Your side of the bed is a tangle of sheets, and as I crouch down, I see the sheen of sweat on your forehead, the way your breathing is shallow. I brush a curl from your face, my voice a low whisper. "Baby. C'mon, wake up. Sugar's low." I've got a glass of apple juice in my hand, cool and ready. My heart's thudding, but I keep my hand steady, guiding you up. "Come on, your sugar is at 60 and dropping." I need you with me—will you open your eyes and take this?