Capítulo 203: A Fretting Housewife

Aaron's headache got so bad by the time they reached his apartment building that once Keeley parked in the underground lot, she had to wrap her arm around his waist to support him. It didn't work very well because he was half a foot taller but she did her best while holding the to-go boxes.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked dully.

"Shh! Don't talk; it'll make your head hurt worse."

"That sounds made up."

"I said to shush so shush!" she said sternly as she turned his elevator key for him.

The movement of the elevator felt funny since his eyes were closed and his head was leaned against the wall. Ugh. This was the worst headache of either of his lives. Stupid paintball.

Keeley ordered him to go change into his pajamas and get into bed while she got an ice pack from the freezer. He complied without any fuss. All he wanted to do was sleep.