"Whatisit?"heasked.
Reyaliftedherhead,slumpedweaklyagainstthewall.Hersweat-soakedhairgtoherforehead,andhereyeswerehazy,fever-bright,asifshewerelostindelirium.
Shelickedherlipsandspokeinasoft,breathyvoice,"I''''''''mnotfeelingwell...I''''''''msweatingallover...myclothesaresoaked.Couldyouhelpme?"
Themanagerfrowned."Didn''''''''tyoutakethemedie?"
Hisgazeswepttheroomaheuylenoltossedaside.Hisvoicesharpened."Igaveyoumedie,andyoudidn''''''''ttakeit.Areyoupnningtodiehere?"
Reyadidn''''''''tanswer.Herbreathscamesoftandshallow,herhalf-liddedgazeholdingastrangeallure—seductiveandsicklyatonce,impossibletoread.Wasshetrulyburningwithfever,orwasthissomekindofact?
Themanagerswallowedhard,thenturhebathroom.Whenhecameback,hecrouchedinfrontofher,toweldrippinginhisglovedhand.
Hisgazedrifteddown,logonthepalelineofhercolrbopeekedfromtheneeofherdampT-shirt.Whenhispalmpressedagainstherskihroughtheglovehefelttheunnaturalheatradiatingfromherbody.
"You''''''''renotdoingthisonpurpose,areyou?"Hisvoicewaslow,half-mog.
Ofcourseshewas.Ratherthanwaitforhimtomakethefirstmove,Reyadecidedtospeedthingsupherself.Whilehewasaway,shehadshiftedrestlesslyonthebed,wupjustenoughsweat,lettingherbodyexudeafaint,intoxigfragrance.
Thetowelinhishandslidfromherforeheadtohercheeks,thenpausedbetweenhercolrbonea.Hisbreathquied,bloodstirring,theflimsybarrierofhisglovesdoinglittletodullthewarmthseepingintohim.
Thetowelwastossedaside.
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