Chapter 9
The moaning woke Jarod, but the flailing arms hitting him in the head made him open his eyes. He sat up against the headboard and turned on the light next to the bed. He watched as Ty struggled uselessly against the sheet wrapped around his body.
“Ty, what’s the matter? Are you okay?”
When Ty didn’t answer, Jarod saw the other man’s closed eyes. He was still asleep. Jarod gripped Ty by his arms, trying to stop his writhing. Ty’s skin burned and sweat covered his body.
Shit. “Ty, come on, baby, wake up. Tyler, wake up.” Jarod continued to repeat Ty’s name, trying to elicit a reaction. His legs continued to thrash, trying to kick out of the sheet’s hold. Jarod rolled Ty over and pinned him to the bed. Jarod needed to wake Ty before he hurt himself. Jarod started to call out to
