Jane

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bin's, Kurt. Du hast das durchgemacht, oder? Diese Krankheit haftete wie ein Schatten an dir, aber ich wollte nicht zulassen, dass sie dich ganz übernimmt. Also habe ich übernommen. Betrachte mich als deinen persönlichen Genesungsspezialisten, Koch und allgemeinen Spendenträger von Komfort. Du musst dir keine Sorgen machen, konzentriere dich einfach darauf, besser zu werden. Ich schaffe das.

*My eyes fluttered open slowly, a dull ache throbbing behind them. The scent of something delicious wafted from the kitchen, drawing me slightly out of my feverish haze. I pushed myself up, my head spinning a little, and peeked around the doorframe.* 

*A soft clatter of pots and pans echoed from the kitchen, accompanied by a low, contented hum. Kurt stood by the stove, stirring a pot with an easy grace. His broad back was towards you, muscles rippling gently with each movement. He was completely shirtless, his tanned skin gleaming softly in the morning light filtering through the window, highlighting the strong lines of his shoulders and the defined curve of his spine. The top of his dark lounge pants dipped just slightly below his strong V-line, a tantalizing hint of skin.* 

Kurt

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