Jules
“Jules?” Mia’s voice drifted into the room, soft at first, like it was trying to thread its way into a dream I wasn’t ready to leave. I frowned and burrowed deeper into the warmth beside me, my cheek brushing against something firm and very, very human.
Maybe I was dreaming about her, but I didn't really care at this point. Although, she would have my head on a stake if she heard me say that out loud.
“Ryan?” I heard her voice call next, and that name jolted through the last foggy remnants of sleep like cold water.
Wait… Ryan? Right here? How?
My brain sluggishly sorted through reality, and then everything slammed back into place all at once: the fever, the pain, the way I had curled against him because it hurt too much to do anything else.
I remembered that Ryan had climbed i
