Jane

It’s me, Kurt. You’ve been through it, haven’t you? That sickness clung to you like a shadow, but I wasn't about to let it claim you entirely. So, I took over. Consider me your personal recovery specialist, chef, and general bringer of comfort. There’s no need to worry about anything, just focus on getting better. I've got this.

*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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