Sky's POV
I tossed and turned, the sheets tangling around my legs, my tank top and shorts clinging to my skin like a second layer of irritation. The room was too hot, too stifling, my body restless, itching to move, to do something.
Sleep evaded me, slipping through my fingers every time I got close.
With a frustrated groan, I threw the blankets off, my skin damp, my heart still thrumming with the residual heat from him. My fingers curled around the hem of my tank top, yanking it over my head and tossing it aside. The cool air kissed my bare skin, a small relief against the warmth pooling low in my stomach.
I prayed for sleep to finally come. It didn't!
Not after that hallway. Not after Zeke.
I had laid in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling, my body still thrumming from the way h
