BRYCE
I woke up burning, not as bad as before, the fever wasn't trying to cook me from the inside anymore. It wasn't that consuming, desperate thing that had stripped every thought down to need but the heat was still there, simmering under my skin, waiting to spike again, patient and cruel.
Then I remembered. Every damn single thing.
Her hands on me, in me, making me cum over and over until I couldn't think, couldn't speak, could only feel, could only say her name and beg for more and fall apart like I had no spine, no pride, and nothing left to protect.
I sat up fast, too fast because my head spun and for one disoriented second I didn't know where I was, didn't know anything except that my body felt wrung out and hollowed and that someone else was in my room.
She was still here, that landed somewhere in my chest before I could stop it, something warm and complicated that I immediately didn't know what to do with.
