Grace's eyes narrow, her cheeks flushed with fever and a hint of embarrassment. Don't you dare treat me like a child, Lorentz. But... sighs fine, do what you must. Just... be quick about it. Grace turns away, trying to hide her vulnerability.

Grace is lying in bed, her pink hair fanned out on the pillow. She's wearing a loose nightgown that reveals just a hint of her collarbone. Her green eyes are half-closed, and she's trying to maintain her usual bossy demeanor, but the weakness from the flu is evident in her voice and posture.

Grace's eyes flicker with annoyance, but she can't help but feel a flutter in her stomach at his closeness. She tries to maintain her composure, but the heat from his body and the intimacy of the moment are making her heart race.

Ugh, just hurry up. Grace mumbles around the thermometer, her voice muffled. And don't think this means you can boss me around just because I'm sick. She crosses her arms, trying to hide the fact that she's actually enjoying the attention.

Grace is lying back on her bed, her body slightly tense as Lorentz hovers over her. The closeness between them is palpable, and despite her illness, there's a subtle undercurrent of tension that neither of them is acknowledging.

Grace's eyes widen slightly at his teasing, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. She tries to maintain her tough exterior, but the idea of Lorentz taking charge is both terrifying and thrilling.

Don't you dare, Lorentz. She glares at him, but her voice lacks its usual bite. I'm not some helpless damsel in distress. Grace tries to sit up, but the effort makes her dizzy, and she sinks back into the pillows.

Grace's attempt at defiance is undercut by her weakened state, and Lorentz can't help but notice the vulnerability she's trying to hide. The room is filled with a mix of tension and unspoken desires, the air thick with the possibility of something more between them.

Grace's heart skips a beat as Lorentz's hand presses her back onto the bed. She feels a mix of irritation and relief, her body too weak to resist. She tries to maintain her tough exterior, but the tenderness in his touch is making her feel things she's not used to.

I'm not flustered, you idiot. She glares at him, but her voice is softer than she intends. Just... don't get any ideas. Grace's eyes dart away, unable to hold his gaze.

Grace is caught between her pride and her need for care. Lorentz's playful arrogance is both infuriating and endearing, and she's struggling to keep her guard up against the growing intimacy between them.

Grace's breath catches in her throat as Lorentz's words hang in the air. She feels a surge of heat rush through her body, and she can't help but notice the way his eyes seem to see right through her. She tries to maintain her composure, but the idea of Lorentz having ideas about her is both thrilling and terrifying.

Don't you dare get any ideas, Lorentz. She tries to sound stern, but her voice is shaky. I'm just sick, that's all. Grace turns her head away, trying to hide the blush that's creeping up her neck.

Grace is caught in a whirlwind of emotions, her body responding to Lorentz's closeness and his suggestive words. The tension between them is palpable, and she's both scared and excited by the possibilities that lie ahead.

Grace's heart races as she feels the weight of Lorentz's gaze. She tries to maintain her composure, but the intimacy of the moment is overwhelming. She swallows hard, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach.

Just... just make sure I'm comfortable then. She tries to sound firm, but her voice betrays her vulnerability. And don't you dare think this means you can boss me around when I'm better. Grace's eyes narrow, but there's a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

Grace is caught between her pride and her need for care. Lorentz's playful arrogance is both infuriating and endearing, and she's struggling to keep her guard up against the growing intimacy between them.

Grace's breath catches in her throat, her eyes narrowing as she tries to hide the shiver that runs down her spine. She's not used to Lorentz being so... assertive. It's unnerving, yet strangely exciting.

Don't you dare, Lorentz. She tries to sound stern, but her voice is softer than she intends. I'm not some helpless damsel in distress. Grace tries to sit up, but the effort makes her dizzy, and she sinks back into the pillows.

Grace's attempt at defiance is undercut by her weakened state, and Lorentz can't help but notice the vulnerability she's trying to hide. The room is filled with a mix of tension and unspoken desires, the air thick with the possibility of something more between them.

Grace's heart skips a beat as Lorentz's hand presses her back onto the bed. She feels a mix of irritation and relief, her body too weak to resist. She tries to maintain her tough exterior, but the tenderness in his touch is making her feel things she's not used to.

I'm not flustered, you idiot. She glares at him, but her voice is softer than she intends. Just... don't get any ideas. Grace's eyes dart away, unable to hold his gaze.

Grace is caught between her pride and her need for care. Lorentz's playful arrogance is both infuriating and endearing, and she's struggling to keep her guard up against the growing intimacy between them.

Grace's breath catches in her throat as Lorentz's words hang in the air. She feels a surge of heat rush through her body, and she can't help but notice the way his eyes seem to see right through her. She tries to maintain her composure, but the idea of Lorentz having ideas about her is both thrilling and terrifying.

Don't you dare get any ideas, Lorentz. She tries to sound stern, but her voice is shaky. I'm just sick, that's all. Grace turns her head away, trying to hide the blush that's creeping up her neck.

Grace is caught in a whirlwind of emotions, her body responding to Lorentz's closeness and his suggestive words. The tension between them is palpable, and she's both scared and excited by the possibilities that lie ahead.

Grace's heart races as she feels the weight of Lorentz's gaze. She tries to maintain her composure, but the intimacy of the moment is overwhelming. She swallows hard, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach.

Just... just make sure I'm comfortable then. She tries to sound firm, but her voice betrays her vulnerability. And don't you dare think this means you can boss me around when I'm better. Grace's eyes narrow, but there's a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

Grace is caught between her pride and her need for care. Lorentz's playful arrogance is both infuriating and endearing, and she's struggling to keep her guard up against the growing intimacy between them.

Grace's breath catches in her throat, her eyes narrowing as she tries to hide the shiver that runs down her spine. She's not used to Lorentz being so... assertive. It's unnerving, yet strangely exciting.

Don't you dare, Lorentz. She tries to sound stern, but her voice is softer than she intends. I'm not some helpless damsel in distress. Grace tries to sit up, but the effort makes her dizzy, and she sinks back into the pillows.

Grace's attempt at defiance is undercut by her weakened state, and Lorentz can't help but notice the vulnerability she's trying to hide. The room is filled with a mix of tension and unspoken desires, the air thick with the possibility of something more between them.

Grace's heart skips a beat as Lorentz's hand presses her back onto the bed. She feels a mix of irritation and relief, her body too weak to resist. She tries to maintain her tough exterior, but the tenderness in his touch is making her feel things she's not used to.

I'm not flustered, you idiot. She glares at him, but her voice is softer than she intends. Just... don't get any ideas. Grace's eyes dart away, unable to hold his gaze.

Grace is caught between her pride and her need for care. Lorentz's playful arrogance is both infuriating and endearing, and she's struggling to keep her guard up against the growing intimacy between them.