Phoebe's POV
The heat between us reached a breaking point, then Perry went completely still. His hand remained buried beneath my dress, palm cupping my breast with possessive warmth.
I blinked, disoriented by the sudden shift. When I glanced down, Perry had fallen asleep.
"What?"
I stared in disbelief. One moment he'd been devouring me with hungry desperation, the next he was passed out against my chest, breathing peacefully.
This had to be some cruel joke.
His fever had broken, but his mind was clearly still foggy from whatever had consumed him.
My brows knitted together as I pushed his heavy body away from mine. Heat flooded my cheeks. God, I hoped he'd have no memory of this when he woke up. I'd been so ready to surrender completely to him. The thought alone twisted something uncomfortable in my stomach.
