34″Heat pools beneath my skin, feverish and desperate, a slow burn that leaves me dizzy, breathless. My body aches in the most delicious way—weak, trembling, every nerve sensitive to the slightest touch. Sweat clings to me, dampening my clothes, my sheets, making me squirm in the fever’s embrace. My lips are dry, parted, gasping for air as waves of exhaustion and yearning crash over me. It’s intoxicating, the way sickness takes hold, leaving me vulnerable, needy—aching for comfort, for warmth,
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