JESSICA'S POV
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Waking up in a cold and strange bed is worse than expected. The confusion of where I was the minute my eyes flicked open caused an about unnecessary panic to form, the discomfort and body ache that follows is just the bonus and don't get me started on the way Nathaniel was sitting beside my bed, staring at me.
When I subconsciously woke, I could feel his eyes on me even before my eyes were open and before I knew that he was there.
His stare on me is caring, yet annoyed, like he wants to be here but his mind is in another place. "How do you feel?" he sits forward, reaching for my arm and his warm touch stings against my cold skin. "Cold." I snort.
I've never felt this cold before in my entire life. It's a new founded hate, something I wish would never happen again.
