Cold Comfort

Dominic climbed onto the bed, pulling Cleo close so she could rest against his chest, his fingers gently working her temples. "Starting tomorrow, you're running 2 miles with me every day. Seriously, if you keep being this frail, life's gonna keep kicking your ass."

"Dominic," Cleo murmured.

"Yeah?" Dominic replied.

"I'm thirsty. Can I have some water?" Cleo asked.

"Just a sec, I'll get you some,"