Authors POV

The conversation got even better and hotter.

Tessa lay propped up against the soft pillows of her thin sick bed, whitelights flood lights now bleeding faintly through the long white curtains.

A mild headache persisted, and though she longed for proper rest, sleep eluded her. She shifted slightly, trying to ease the pressure in her lower back.

Jamie now perched himself at the edge of her bed, lowering his voice like a proper gossipmonger. “I still don’t believe that a stranger could do all this for me. I think I’m in a relationship with the catfish already.”

Camila groaned. “Here we go again…”

Tessa blinked. “But then a...