The first thing I noticed was the heat.
Not normal warmth.
Not “the blanket is too thick” warmth.
No.
This man felt like someone had poured boiling water into human skin.
I frowned sleepily against the pillow before reaching toward him instinctively.
The second my hand touched his neck—
I sat up immediately.
“What the hell?!”
Adrian groaned softly beside me, eyes still closed.
“Mhm?”
“You’re burning.”
“I’m fine.”
Sir.
SIR???
I shoved his shoulder harder now.
“Adrian, open your eyes right now.”
Slowly, painfully slowly, he blinked awake.
And honestly?
He looked horrible.
His eyes were slightly sunken.
Dark circles.
Pale skin.
Messy hair falling over his forehead.
And somehow
despite looking like death itself
he still looked annoyingly attractive.
Which honestly fe
