Blair stood abruptly and looked around the room as she rubbed the back of her neck. “You, um… you don’t want me to come with you?”

Of course Erin wanted Blair to come with her, but there was one very big problem with that. Erin pointed to herself. “Violently ill. Remember?”

Blair smiled and pointed to herself the same way Erin just had. “Amazing immune system, remember?” She looked down at the couch and let out a dramatic sigh that Erin could tell was completely fake. “Plus, what if tonight is the night couches decide to start fucking with my back? You wouldn’t want that on your conscience, would you?”

One thing Erin knew by now was that Blair was stubborn as hell. It was honestly one of the things she lo- liked  about her. It also meant Blair would be sleeping in the same bed as Erin no matter how much Erin tried to fight her on it, so she might as well just give in. “Fine. You’re right. You can come with me. Just stay on your side of the bed.

Blair’s smile grew even bigger. “Fat chance of that. I love the feeling of you wrapped in my arms.”

Erin loved that too, which was why she didn’t fight it when Blair held her tightly from behind after they crawled into bed together. Instead, she let herself enjoy finally feeling safe in another person’s arms.

***

As soon as her alarm went off, Erin took a deep breath and smiled at the lack of stuffiness. It was Monday morning, and she was finally feeling like herself again. Of course, that was mostly thanks to the woman lying next to her, who hadn’t just stayed all day Saturday, but also stayed all day Sunday and should be waking up soon so she could go home and get ready for work. A tinge of sadness hit Erin straight in the heart. She was happy to be feeling better, but aside from not being able to breathe for most of it, her weekend with Blair had been pretty damn perfect.

Blair groaned and started to roll around in the bed, then began to cough uncontrollably. Once the coughing stopped, she sat up and threw a hand over her forehead. “Shit. I feel like I got hit by a fucking bus. There’s no way I can go to work today.”

Erin felt awful that she had passed her sickness on to Blair, but a very small, selfish part of her was the slightest bit excited. For once, it was finally her turn to take care of Blair.

Chapter 23

Blair

Fuck my fucking immune system, Blair thought to herself as she broke into another coughing fit. Shit. No wonder Erin and Nolan were in such rough shape all weekend. This is no joke.

“Could you hand me my phone?” Blair asked Erin, pointing in the general direction of where it might be.