Chapter 54

Initially, he had thought it was all a dream, yet the clarity of his recollections was now making him question that assumption. One after another, images from the previous night seeped into his consciousness.

It was cold outside, so he should not have strolled to the tent, water dripping from his body, scantily clad in only a small towel. Such an act was ill-advised, yet he had indulged in it, hoping to draw a reaction from her, or at least leave an impression.

However, fate had a different agenda, serving him a bitter dose of fever after he attempted to sleep on the cold, hard mat. An intense warmth radiated from his body, while simultaneous shivers racked his form. Consequently, Christine must have been stirred from her slumber.

Vague memories of her checking his temperature and trying to keep his shivering at bay with her jacket trickled back to him. When this measure proved ineffective, she resorted to the primal method of body heat to soothe him.

The plan was to lend her warmt