He kissed her lightly, his hand tangling in her hair. "I hope you are feeling better now." He said softly. He knew this would go on for a few days before it would go away for a month.
Very slowly, Mia slipped out of his arms, trying not to wake him. She pulled on her clothes, grabbed a clean pair from her dresser, then slipped out of the room.
Mia returned almost half an hour later, having taken a long, hot shower. Today she had abandoned her dresses for a short sleeved white blouse and a short black skirt.