Sealed With A Kiss

Mia's Pov:

I was getting tensed with the progress of time. He wasn't showing any progress in his health, his forehead still burning as hot as lava.

I took a wet strip of cloth, dripping from the bowl, squeezed it and placed it on his forehead. His porridge was turning cold but he wasn't eating it, saying his throat hurt.

"Jake, you gotta eat it otherwise I will be having trouble feeding you the medicines. They won't work on an empty stomach, " I said, caressing his hair. He made no sound of approval, his nose was all red from sneezing, his skin pale with fever and cold. I let him sleep. What else can I do besides nursing him?

I went to his kitchen, placed the porridge on the counter, covering it before going back to his room. His room was a mess like World War III had actually taken place there. I shook my head, I never really had problems with his room or cleaning before.

What, I had a problem with was his insensitivity!

I picked up a discarded book. Reading its title 'My mistress', my mind began searching for scenes which could be in the book before collecting others and placing them carefully on his shelf. I took his vacuum cleaner and started to clean every corner of the room, placing his discarded stuff to where it belongs, and dusting his couch and table cloth.

He used to have a maid in the house, but since they all were still young, he gave them salaries early so they could complete their education. Even if he was cranky and feisty from outside, I knew he had a big heart, a very big one at that.

I smiled at the memory I had of him when we were 15, he had adopted a dog, much to his parents' disapproval, just because he doesn't want it to live in the streets proving he had the soft spot for animals.

And one time, when I actually fell from riding a bicycle, he scolded me a lot for riding it alone without telling him about it and he actually pulled my pony in anger. When I started crying, he cooed me and bought me ice cream, carried me on his back home, and I fell asleep while falling for him.

Yes. That day I fell for him.

years when he was busy changing his girlfriend. I always avoided seeing him with other girl but I always ended up seeing him bringing them to his house or kissing them passionately. My tears would always

is always hurtful. The type of love I read in stories or watched in movies, I didn't know I was living with that for more than ten years.

once read my diary, I couldn't help but

looked at him. He was sleeping soundly like a kid, curled up into a ball, his face showing evidence of his sickness. I ran to

again. I completed the rest of the cleaning and put some music on to do some exercise

face showing some freshness, lips less pale and his cheeks less flushed. I was relieved to see the difference in

he called me today to come over, saying he had to tell me something, I was excited. But noticing that something was off about his voice, I quickly hurried from my bed, wearing my

with work, he didn't ask anything from me or Emily Or Edward,

eat food which I made for him, saying he didn't need any help to live but I promised his mom to take care of him..and I am a promise freak! Even if he

it, segregated them and put them in the laundry, making sure to read the manuals to put some on dry cleans as well and he had

all the work and cleaning, preparing to take shower soon but I wasn't willing to leave him alone as I am sure he might

loose for my comfort, I liked my collar of my pyjama shirt to see my

my fucking

me. I instantly looked at my front and back to see if anyone had seen me like this. It was night time and I wasn't planning to leave Jake alone to wear

am sure he won't even recognize my face, I assured

looked at him. He looked at

Goodness, he recognised me. Hell, Mia, he had just got flu, not amnesia!

get him water, my hands subconsciously covering my chest. He drank it and tried to sit on his bed, but failing miserably. I inserted the pillow behind his back to make him comfortable, before running again to warm his porridge

won't die from my food, but I can't say the same for my words, " I said, making my sentence as cool

he took the spoon, his hands shaking and started to feed himself, half of the porridge

food in his mouth, carefully wiping his lips of remnants. After eating