Dominic is laying in bed with Carissa. He knows because he can smell her strong perfume, and all the blankets had been stolen in the middle of the night, wrapped around the second body in the bed as she tossed across the bed, leaving his legs to be the only parts of himself still covered. That’s alright though. He feels uncomfortably hot anyway.
His eyes refuse to stay open despite his overactive brain, and the thoughts shooting around inside his dense skull are so rapid and tangled that he couldn’t tell you what exactly he was thinking about to feel so ill suddenly. His eyelids dip for the hundredth time tonight, begging for sleep for his stinging eyes.
Which is. Odd. Because he could've sworn that he was still in the hospital.
Something dark rolls over his body, pulling a
