SLOANE
Something hot pressed against my side.
Not unpleasant hot. The kind that pulled you out of sleep slowly, I shifted, still half asleep, then felt it. The sheets are moving. A low, broken sound beside me.
My eyes opened and it's Rika.
He was drenched in sweat, the white sheets twisted around his waist, his jaw tight, brows pulled together hard. His lips were moving, the words coming out fractured, barely there.
"Stop it…. Stop it, please. I don't want to watch. Don't make me do this….Please."
My chest dropped.
I sat up fast, fully awake now, watching his face. His eyes were shut but moving behind the lids, rapid, desperate, like he was running from something inside his own head. His hands were gripping the sheets so hard I could see the fabric straining.
Then he raised one han
