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That evening, John pressed his weight down on Hannah, teasing her with slow, deliberate touches.

"You have a cold," Hannah murmured, instinctively pushing against his chest.

"Does a cold even count as an illness?" he asked.

Truth was, he didn't have any severe symptoms—just a voice that sounded slightly muffled and heavy.

"I’m just worried you’ll tire yourself out," Hannah offered gently