Daisy’s pov
The next morning, I woke up tired, my body still lazy from the night’s intimacy. I stretched with a lazy sigh and turned as the soft groan that came from my mouth.
I stared at Nate’s peaceful face with a small smile playing on my lips. His hair was tousled from our night together, strands falling messily across his forehead. Gently, I reached out to brush them away—
I withdrew my hand instantly.
His skin was burning.
“Nate!” My voice sounded high-pitched as panic flowed through me. I grabbed his shoulder, shaking him gently at first, then harder when he barely stirred. “Nate, wake up!”
His eyes fluttered open, and he groaned again.
“Daisy…” he whispered, his voice rough.
“What’s wrong?” My hands trembled as I touched his face again, only to jerk back at the unbearable h
