Ezra
I woke up to an uncomfortable, suffocating heat pressing against my back.
At first, I thought I was imagining it, but as the heat grew, my eyes opened and I realized that I wasn't.
Something or rather, someone was in fact heating up. The heat was coming from the massive, heavy arm wrapped tightly around my waist, pinning me against a pair of broad, furnace-like chests. Good looking chests by the way.
I shifted slightly, trying to turn around without waking him, but the moment our skins fully touched, I practically flinched.
Allen was burning up.
His body temperature was unnaturally high.
Panic instantly spread through my chest.
I need to get him something to cool his temperature down, I thought, my mind racing. A fever tonic maybe, or a wet cold rag, anything before his condition became worse.
