Through the haze, I thought I saw a chiseled face, like something carved from marble.
Before I could make sense of it, strong arms scooped me up, lifting me effortlessly from the floor.
The crisp scent of fir trees filled my lungs, grounding me, as his voice, familiar yet distant, whispered, "Miss, are you alright?"
I tried to focus, but my thoughts melted into a haze of confusion. Instinct guided me as I nuzzled against him, desperate for relief from the searing heat that consumed me.
It was unbearable. I couldn’t endure it any longer.
His body tensed, clearly caught off guard by my sudden movement.
But I couldn’t stop; my lips found him before I even realized it. "Please… I feel awful…"
"Can you help me…?"
