Congrats on 1000 followers!!! Can you write something super fluffy with Lawrence?
“Lawrence, I’m sick, go away!” you called out, your voice muffled beneath the sheets that, by this point, were burying you. “You don’t need to see me looking all gross and—”
You were cut off by your own coughing fit, much to amusement of Lawrence, who was trying not to laugh as he sat down beside you. “Babe, you do realize that I’ve seen you after three shots of tequila, right?”
You huffed at him, but knew you had no rebuttal for that, so you reluctantly let him pull the layer of blankets away, shivering as the cold air hit your skin.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” your voice was slightly hoarse now as he lay down beside you, pulling the blankets around the two of you before wrapping his arms around you. “You’re gonna get sick!”
“If I recall correctly, I’m the one who got you sick in the first place, so that should make me immune by now, right?”
“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled as you snuggled closer, “but you’re a warm idiot, so I’m not gonna argue.”
With a small laugh, he kissed the top of your head, murmuring, “Love you, too,” as his arms tightened around your shivering frame.