CARLOS POV:

The drive back to home is lonely and infuriating even as music thrums softly in the closed space, my mind keeps going back to her. I can still feel the ghost of her weight in my arms. The heat of her fever against my chest. The way her voice trembled when she whispered ‘please’.

It’s been hours, yet she lingers in the back of my mind, on my skin and everywhere.

I shouldn’t have touched her. Especially when I'm yet to confirm if it's actually Sofia but when she swayed, ...