AURORA'S POV:
I wake up to feeling like I'm in a fire I don’t remember starting. It’s not real, not exactly. There’s no smoke or flames licking at the walls, but it’s there, burning beneath my skin, coiling through my veins like liquid heat. My sheets feel like lava. My thighs are pressed together, tight, but it does nothing to stop the ache that pulses low in my belly.
Something is wrong with me. Or maybe... something is finally right, in the worst possible way.
I toss the sheets off me, panting. The air in the room is cool, but it does nothing to ease the tension winding through me. Every inch of me feels sensitive, raw, and... needy. It’s a kind of hunger I’ve never known before. Not food, not thirst, but craving.
Craving their touch. Craving them.
Jon and Arc.
I sit up too fast,
