The world was spinning beneath me. My breath came in short, panicked bursts, each inhale sharp and ragged.
I pulled the covers up around me, the material twisting in my hand, but it didn't help to calm the shiver in my arms. My skin was cold and clammy, wet with sweat, my heart a great drum in my chest, pounding against my ribs as if it would burst free.
"What are you doing in my bed?" I screamed, my voice shrill, cracking with something like horror. It barely sounded like mine.
Calvin rolled beside me, his warmth twisting my stomach. His brows furrowed before his eyes blinked open, dark and unfocused.
For an instant, he was stunned and dazed and then he released a heavy sigh, raking his hand through his hair as if he had expected this reaction, as if this was inevitable.
"Lily…"
"No." I held up a trembling hand, my throat tightening as if a fist was clamped around it.
"Don't call my name like that. What in the world are you doing in my bed?"
