Olivia shifted uncomfortably on the bed, trying to ease the weight of Dylan's body slumped over hers.
"Let me go, Dylan," she murmured, her voice, almost a moan.
He moaned softly in response, lifting his head sluggishly.
Olivia gently pushed him back. "You need a shower," she said, her tone firmer now. "And after that, I think you should leave."
Dylan tried to raise his arms to reach for her, but his strength had all but vanished.
With a heavy sigh, Olivia rose and carefully helped him to his feet. She guided him into the bathroom, her arm around his waist to steady him. She turned on the shower, letting the cold water rain over him, jolting his body back to the surface of reality.
Once he was under the water, she stepped back, watching him for a moment before walking out and grabbing her phone. She dialed Lily's number.
"Olivia?" Lily's voice came through instantly, concerned.
