Kylie’s POV
I couldn’t breathe properly.
The room was cold. Too cold. sweat clung to my skin like I was burning from the inside out. My chest rose and fell too fast. My heart thudded so loudly I was sure Yamah could hear it.
I turned on my side, careful not to wake him, but the movement betrayed me. He shifted almost immediately.
“Kylie,” he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep. “You’re shaking.”
“I’m fine,” I whispered too quickly.
He sat up, the bedside lamp clicking on before I could protest. His eyes scanned me, fully awake. He reached for my wrist, his thumb pressing gently against my pulse.
“You’re not fine,” he said. “You’re drenched in sweat.”
I swallowed. The lie sat on my tongue, ready, practiced. But it wouldn’t come out.
“How long has this been going on?” he asked qui
