Holly Sinclair had a low-grade fever.
The medication had a sedative effect, leaving her mind clouded.
Her actions were driven purely by instinct.
She was feeling cold when suddenly, a furnace appeared beside her. In her current state, unable to think or recognize anything, she reached out and embraced it.
She snuggled her whole body into the man's arms.
'So warm.'
As she touched the man's chest, the chill was driven away.
A greedy feeling grew in her heart. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling him gently like a lazy kitten.
Her warm breaths fanned across his skin, carrying a fatally intoxicating tingle.
Tristan Sterling's entire body tensed at her touch.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and a thick desire quickly surfaced in his eyes.
As she shifted slightly, the loose collar of her hospital gown gaped open.
The deep valley of her cleavage was starkly revealed right before his eyes.
