The silence that followed his words was the most terrifying thing I had experienced in months. Sebastian lay completely still on the mattress, his eyes closed, his heavy, hot breath coming in short bursts from his chapped lips. His hand, which a second before had gripped mine with desperate urgency, drooped between mine, becoming an inert mass on the white sheets.
Panic rose in my throat like acid.
“Sebastian? Sebastian, look at me,” I begged, gently patting his burning cheek. There was no response. Only a hoarse groan, a muffled moan that came from deep within his chest. “My God, you’re burning up even more.”
I slid out of bed with desperate clumsiness, careful of my stomach but with my adrenaline pumping. In New York, Sebastian was an untouchable god; Seeing him reduced to this, lying
