Maya
I put the last clothes in the washing machine and turned it on. Singing, I went back to the room while Nate looked at me from inside the bed, completely wrapped in blankets and with a cup of tea in his hands.
"You’re out of clothes," I pointed out as I took my shoes.
"I can always stay naked," he offered with a mischievous smile.
"Not even fever stops you," I said, laughing.
Nate felt his sweaty forehead. That morning he had woken up better than in the past days, his fever had subsided and, unfortunately for me, he had stopped raving.
The day before, after Lucas and Devon had left, all he had done was rave. Talking about how wonderful I was in bed, how his d**k got up every time he even thought of me. Several times he said he loved me, and I couldn’t stop my heart from exploding
