My whole body ached.
I turned onto my side and groaned softly into my pillow. At least the heat was over—for now. That was something I never, ever wanted to happen again. I’d do anything to avoid the pain of the heat. It was like a million knives jabbing into my stomach and cutting me open, like searing in an inescapable burning house.
But it was over so soon. I’d expected it to last two or three days, not just a single night.
Someone wrapped their arm around me from behind and pulled me closer.
My eyes widened, and I thrust back an elbow to hit whoever it was hard in the chest. “Get away from me!”
I hopped out of the bed, tugging the blankets around me and refusing to look at whoever had lain with me last night.
This wasn’t real. I’d … I’d really … I’d really slept with someone last
