Jake's POV
I had to remove all her clothes and wrap her with a sheet. Her skin glistened with sweat. The sheet clung to her damp body, revealing more than it was ever meant to. I had taken off her clothing because of the heat—because it was the only thing I could do to help.
Everything about her now was so alluring.
Her eyes… gods, her eyes.
They were glassy and dazed, dark lashes trembling as she blinked up at me. Not with fear. Not with recognition. But with need.
A raw, aching, unnatural need.
This was not her fault.
The realization dug deep into my chest like thorns. Someone had drugged her—heavily. Aprosodic, if I had to guess. An aphrodisiac so powerful it turned instinct into fire. A cruel joke played on her body.
And I—of all people—had walked in on the aftermath.
