I quickly stand up from the bed, my heart racing. Kyle's eyes follow me immediately.
"What happened?" he asks.
"Kyle… what are you doing?" My voice comes out unsteady.
He rises and steps in front of me. "Damien, what's wrong? Aren't we lovers? It's not like I'm touching you for the first time."
I stare at him, my chest tight. "That was in the past, Kyle."
He takes my hand, his grip firm. "Yeah, but I'm still Kyle."
I yank my hand free. "I'm not feeling well. I just want to rest."
His hand comes to my temple, cool against my skin. "You don't have a fever. Then what's the problem? Are you still mad at me?"
He's too close. His warmth presses in, his scent fills my lungs. "It's not like that," I whisper. "I'm just… feeling weird."
"Okay then," Kyle says softly. "Sleep."
I lie down and pull the blanket tightly around me. Kyle slides in beside me. I feel him so close, his arm wrapping around my waist.
"Good night," he murmurs.
