I’m obviously delusional.
And then I start hallucinating.
Is that my Aunt Del? Luke? Mal? Did he come over too?
Mom?
Hands are on my scalp, rubbing, gently pulling at my hair. On my back, my face.
I lean into it. Purr like a fucking cat because I’m an animal now, apparently.
But it feels so good, so right, that I just go with it.
When I finally wake from my mini-coma, Whit is asleep beneath me. I’m wrapped around him like a koala on a tree.
I don’t even want to tell him I’m awake because he feels so nice underneath me.
But I should move. I don’t even know how long I’ve been suffocating him. He probably wants me out of here. Wants me out of his life.
God.
I grunt, and Whit shifts beneath me.
“You’re awake,” he says softly, his eyes blinking rapidly as his pupils dilate.
His lean body bunches and stretches beneath me, and I realize my cock is half-hard against his hip.
Oh, kill me now.
“Sorry, man,” I grunt, shifting off him.
I’m naked as the day I was born. And suddenly feelveryashamed about it.
I wasn’t ashamed when this all started, but I sure as fuck am now.
“It’s fine, Caleb,” Whit says, pulling at his shirt.
He’s sweated through it. Probably from me stifling him to death.
I have been told I’m a human heater.
“How long have I been out?” I ask, running a hand over my now very bearded face.
“Three days.”
“Shit.”
“Your friends and family were worried about you.”
“So, I didn’t hallucinate that then?”
“No, they were texting and seemed worried, I replied. And then they showed up. En masse. I hope you’re not upset.”
“Nah. Not upset. There’s no stopping them anyway,” I mutter. “Thanks, man.”
“No problem,” he says, pushing himself up and lunging off the bed, not touching me. Probably over me in general.
I don’t blame him.