What the hell is going on with me? Ugh, my whole body feels like it's on fire, like every damn nerve decided to riot at once. My head's about to pop like a balloon—great, just what I need. And seriously? My skin's boiling hot but I'm still shivering? Make it make sense! I can't even catch a breath! My chest is working overtime like I just ran a marathon I never signed up for.
And don't even get me started on this, why the hell am I wet? Wet. Really? As if things weren't already humiliating enough. My brain won't shut up, thoughts bouncing everywhere and every time I think I'm finally about to figure it out, bam! Another wave hits me like, surprise bitch, you're still screwed.
Rowan lay sprawled across the narrow bed, his body restless against the creased sheets. The small room felt suffocating as though the air itself had thickened with his scent. It clung to the walls, saturated the wooden beams and hung heavy like invisible smoke.
