waige 29 and 50 for the sentence prompts
#29: “But I don’t want to leave.”
"Just one more time, please?” Paige fluttered her long, dark eyelashes at her boyfriend, but he shook his head slowly.
“No, no, no,” he tried not to laugh as she tried to use her charm to persuade him otherwise, “It’s already 10:30 p.m., and we have to wake up early tomorrow. If we want to work efficiently tomorrow, we need to leave the amusement park now.”
“But I don’t want to leave,” she pouted, biting lightly down on her lower lip. Her eyes were uncomfortably shiny in the dim park lights, making it extremely hard for him to deny her request. “Not yet, at least. Just one more time on the Haunted Mansion. I’ve always wanted to ride that ride at night... See just how more effective it is. Pleeeease?!”
Walter closed his eyes and tried a different angle for his argument, hoping it would convince his girlfriend that it was time to leave the park. “The drive back home is at least an hour, Paige, maybe two if there’s traffic. Unless,” he let out a laugh and finally opened his eyes, “unless you want to look like a... a...,” Walter gulp loudly as he caught and felt Paige’s long, thin fingers slowly unbuttoning his top button. “W-what are you doing?”
She licked her lips and leaned towards him. “You know,” she tickled the center of his collarbone, causing him to swallow thickly, “we don’t have to go home right away.... we can go on the ride one last time... then spend the night in a hotel... maybe we’ll sleep, maybe we won’t...,” Paige nipped at his lips, “Mama is a little... pent up,” she popped her lips close to his ear, and he was grunting in anticipation. Paige, however, withdrew herself and shrugged. “But you know, since you’re so sure we have work tomorrow, I guess we can’t all get what we want and will just have to drive four... very... long...,” she glanced at his groin and then back at him, “and painful... hours....”
Immediately, Walter grabbed Paige’s hand and started tugging her towards the Haunted Mansion. “What are we waiting for?! Let’s go!”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she wickedly smirked.
Oh the wicked things she had in store for him tonight.
#50: “Sorry I woke you up.”
Paige’s eyes shot open when she heard an unwelcoming retching sound coming from the bathroom. She patted the bed, feeling for Walter, but when she couldn’t feel him sleeping next to her, she immediately grabbed her bathrobe, slipped it on, sloppily tied the sash and hurried to the bathroom to find him hunched over the toilet. Almost instantly, Paige was by his side, rubbing his back and comforting him as he vomited.
When he didn’t seem to be throwing up anymore, Paige reached for the handle and tugged it down, flushing the contents. She then rose to her feet and ripped a paper towel off of the roll before dampening it with water. Quietly, she returned to him and dabbed his face with it, wiping away the yuck. He sat against the wall of the bathroom underneath the window, and she tossed the towel away before pouring some mouthwash into a cup. Without a word, she handed it to him, and he smiled weakly before taking it. For many seconds, she heard him swish around the mouthwash before he spat into the toilet.
Paige sighed. His stomach seemed to have calmed down for now.
She placed the back of her hand against his forehead before placing a kiss underneath his hairline. He was hot to the touch. “Looks like you might have caught a stomach bug.”
“I rarely get sick though,” he managed to say as he tipped his head slightly backwards. He was flushed from head to toe.
“But you still get sick,” she chuckled softly as she started a bath for him. “We need to cool your fever down some.” As she waited for the tub to fill up with enough water, she placed a towel at its base and then walked over to the door to close it. Once the bathtub was about a third full, she helped Walter into it so she could gauge how much more was needed until it was filled a few inches below the rim. “There we go,” she mumbled as she turned the faucet off. “Just sit and relax for a while. I’ll be right here.”
She made herself comfortable and sat down next to the tub, draping her arm over its edge. Her fingers dipped into the water as she rested her head on her elbow.
For a while, nothing but silence embraced them, but eventually, Walter muttered her name. “Paige?”
“Hm?” She was very sleepy.
Paige lifted her head slowly and offered her boyfriend a small smile. “Don’t be sorry, Walter. Don’t ever be sorry for waking me up.” She reached for his hand and linked their fingers together. “And don’t ever shy away from help when you need it. Even if it’s in the middle of the night, okay?”
He nodded and inhaled a deep breath as he shifted a little. “Okay.”
She squeezed his hand gently. “When I told you I loved you a few months ago, I meant it. I love you so much that I want to be the one who takes care of you in every capacity. That includes when you’re sick, seldom though it may be.” She wanted to kiss him but steered clear of his lips. “Comprende?”
Walter nodded slowly and squeezed her hand back.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Paige smiled and brushed his curls out of his face. “You’re welcome..., my love.”