ADRIAN
I woke with a jolt. Cold sweat clung to my skin, my breath coming in sharp, uneven pulls. For a moment I didn’t know where I was — the darkness, the storm outside, the faint glow of the dying fire all blurred together. My heart hammered against my ribs like it was trying to break free. The dream still clung to me, sticky and wrong.
Katrina. Her hands. Her warmth. Her breath against my neck. The s*x– It hadn’t happened.
It was just a dream!
But the shame that washed over me was real. A deep, instinctive recoil. Something inside me — something buried under the fog of memory loss — cringed at the thought of being close to her like that. Why did it feel like betrayal?
I pushed the thought away and sat up slowly, rubbing my face with trembling hands. The room was cold, the blanket
