Reader's POV

Footsteps approached him softly.

Bertha. Was it her?

"Aaron. Aaron?"

I'm here, I'm right here.

He tried to answer, but he couldn't open his mouth.

A hand, cold and seemingly without a trace of warmth, gently rested on his neck.

Aaron shivered at such a temperature, but soon the heat in his body made him press toward the hand almost unbearably.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and squinted up at her in a blaze of erotic arousal.

It was a familiar, yet unfamiliar face.

"It's you."

The other woman smiled and pressed her palm against his hot cheek, "Are you okay? Aaron?"

Aaron could no longer...