Yeah.

You slowly lower yourself to Melody's rear, lifting up the covers. Your lay your eyes on the perfect globes of her ass once more. With as much professionalism as you can manage, you lift her upper cheek and pull out the thermometer. It goes along easily and Melody shudders and sighs at the feeling. You hold the device up and read it.

"104 degrees." You sigh. "You have a fever, all right."

"Bloody wonderful." Melody groans. "Well, there goes my weekend."

"Well, I'm staying here to look after you. At least you won't be alone."

"No, no." She shakes her head. "I don't want you to be cramped in here with me, expecially if I'm sick. You'll catch it. Go out and meet some girls or something." The last words were mumbled out and you cast her an odd gaze. She's acting like the moment you two almost shared never happened. She probably wished it hadn't. The fever was getting to her. That's all.

"So I'll take some Vitamin C pills. You need some care. I don't mind, really."

"Please, Jack." She said. "I'm fine. You don't need to. REALLY." She emphasized the last word.