Chapter 187: Fever
It was as though all his grievances evaporated after telling Spade what he truly felt. Ah, it wasn’t like it was completely gone, but having the opportunity to vent greatly lessened the burden in his heart.
While Spade lay down on his bed, Arren had another anxiety and that was different from his fear earlier. He had always been the one who was sick and being taken care of, but he didn’t know if he could take care of someone who was sick.
"What do you feel? Is your head in pain? Wait, should I call for an imperial doctor?" Arren continued to ramble, asking Spade, but it was clear he was panicking about what to do.
Spade stopped his thoughts as the alpha held his hand, pulling him closer, and Arren was now sitting beside him. Grasping his hand, he could feel the warmth of Spade’s palm, he was truly burning up.
"S-Spade, tell me what you need." Arren also gripped the alpha’s hand; he stared at him, worry evident in his eyes.
Their eyes met. Spade couldn’t open his eyes properly anymore because of the fever, but there was still a bright smile on his lips. He squeezed Arren’s hand. "I only need you," he said, his voice hoarse. Unlike the other times when Arren could appreciate this sexy voice, at this moment he only felt distressed.
He pouted, and grumbled, "I’m asking seriously, Spade." Even though he said that his heart became warm with his words.
"I’m also answering you seriously, Arren." the alpha responded, a small smile on his lips as he also played with Arren’s fingers, interlocking their fingers. "This is all I need," he said honestly.
The warmth of his hands and even his words gave Arren the realization that he also felt the same thing. Wasn’t the reason he became mad and scared because he needed Spade? He needed him because he loved him.
All his emotions were always intense when he was with Spade. His love, desire, happiness, sadness, and even fear. The alpha did become part of him and occupied a big space in his whole being, and Arren never halted this progress the moment he accepted his feelings for Spade.
He clenched his teeth, his eyes heating up once more. Arren squeezed the alpha’s hand tightly and stared at his half-lidded eyes. He always said he was crazy, but it seemed his love for Spade gave him the same madness, but the type he would gladly embrace.