Charlie
The first thing I felt was heat.
Not the kind that made you sweat, but a low, pulsing warmth spreading through my veins. It started in my fingers and raced up my arm, prickling along the nerves like tiny electric shocks. My eyelids fluttered, the light above me a little too bright, and I groaned softly as I tried to move.
Pain answered me immediately—sharp and searing along my shoulder.
I hissed, flinching, only for something firm and warm to tighten around my hand. My eyes blinked open fully, and I found Apollo sitting right beside me, his large hand wrapped around mine.
He looked like a statue come to life.
His golden eyes were closed, his expression soft in sleep. In the quiet, I let myself study him a little longer. His face was too perfect—sharp cheekbones, dark brows, t
