Violet woke with a strange fever.
Last night had been nothing short of amazing, but now, she felt wretched. Her head was foggy, her throat dry and scratchy, as if she'd swallowed sandpaper in her sleep.
But worst of all was the heat.
It wasn't just a fever but a gnawing, pulsing warmth radiating through her body and settling low in her core.
Instinctively, her hand reached out for her boyfriends. She needed them. Any of them. All of them. But the bed was empty.
Violet forced her eyes open, blinking past the haze to realize that she was alone. No, it can't be. She wanted them.
Hence, Violet forced herself to rise on unsteady feet, using the wall for support. How did she become like this? The boys must have dressed her in the nightgown she now wore because she didn't remember doing so. But even now, the clothing on her skin felt unbearable and irritating. She wanted nothing on. Just her bare skin.
