My eyes flutter open, heart racing in my chest.
He’s looking down at me with a pinched brow.
“What?” I blink up at him.
He lifts his hand, water droplets falling as he brings it to my forehead. “Shit, Lex, you’re burning up.”
The feeling of his cool hand against my forehead has me moaning in relief. “That feels nice.”
“Lexi. We should get you back to the cabin.”
“No,” I whine, reaching up to hold his hand, keeping it against my skin. “Too hot. Don’t want to leave.”
“You have a fever. You’re sick. Let’s get you back to the cabin, or even back to your place.”
My body is too weak to protest, so I don't fight him when he picks me up and carries me out of the water.
“Mhhm. You smell so good.” My voice comes off almost loopy as I giggle, nuzzling my face against his neck.
When his hand shifts closer towards my ass, a moan slips free, and a gush of slick coats my thighs. “Emmett,” I whimper.
He curses, his body going rigid. “Fuck,” he hisses.
“I don’t feel good.” I bury deeper into his hold. “My stomach hurts,” I moan again, but this time not in pleasure as a cramp rips through my abdomen.
“Can you sit up for me?” he asks. “I need to help you get your clothes on.”
My eyelids feel heavy, like it takes all the effort inside of me to open them as he places me on the rock.
I manage to sit up, my head a foggy haze as I blink. “I think I was drugged.” I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking my head as panic starts to seep in. “Emmett,” I whimper. “I don’t like this feeling.”
“You’re going to be okay,” he assures me, his tone soft and soothing. “Lexi, baby, can I help you get dressed?”
Baby. He called me baby. Something about that has pleasure racing down my spine and makes my clit pulse. “Y-yes,” I moan, knowing I don't have the strength to put my clothes back on, and also wanting his hands on me again.
“That’s it,” he says as he helps me put my shirt on, then bends down and helps put my shorts over my feet. “Can you stand for me? Lean on me if you need to.”
“Okay,” I whisper, body full-on shaking now. I’m so confused, my body doesn't feel like it’s my own. Do I have the flu? Is this fever so bad that it’s making me loopy?
I lean on him as he pulls my shorts up and gets them in place.
He helps me sit back down, and I whimper again, my stomach cramping. “I think I’m dying.”
“You’re not dying, baby,” Emmett promises. “You’re going to be okay.”
He helps me put my shoes on, then quickly puts his clothes back on before coming over to me.
“Emmett.” Tears spill down my cheeks as the heat inside me starts to grow. “I’m scared. What's going on?”
He cups my face. “Shhh. It’s okay. Don’t be scared.”
He’s telling me not to be scared, yet the fear in his eyes makes me ten times more scared than I was before.
“What’s going on?” I ask again.
His eyes flick between mine, hesitation shining back. He licks his lips. “I don’t want you to freak out, okay? I need you to know you’re safe. That I won’t let anything happen to you, and we’re going to get through this.”
“Oh god.” A sob bubbles up. “I am dying, aren't I?”
