Iris's POV
I woke up feeling warm.
It was the kind of warmth that sat under the skin and pulsed, that had been building all night while I slept in short broken stretches and woke up each time feeling worse than before. My top was sticking to me, the sheets felt like too much.
I pressed the back of my hand to my cheek and held it there. It was warmer than yesterday.
I took my morning suppressant with a full glass of water, stood at the window and breathed the cool air coming through the gap, and waited for it to start working.
It took the edge off. Not the edge I needed.
I went downstairs.
He was already at the counter when I came into the kitchen, coffee made, newspaper open, dressed like it was a regular Monday. He looked up when I appeared.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning." I went
