I panicked, pivoted, and returned to my bed. What did he want? How could I face him? No, I couldn’t.

I couldn’t look up from my bed even as his intoxicating scent filled the air around me. His presence brought cold to my body, and I wasn’t even looking at him.

He was so wrong for my health.

I heard the door shut behind him. His voice came next

“Can we talk?” He said hoarsely. His rough voice sounded like a result of sleep or smoke, maybe altogether. It shamefully had that strange effect on me that made my entire body tingle. My body was shameless for him, not me....