Resisting Mr. Stark

Eve wasn't hysterical on the third night she woke up in the middle of the night.

And for the first time in a while, her mouth didn't taste so bitter anymore, but it did feel like crap.

That shivering cold was gone, and all she felt now was weakness and burning heat...

From the body mashed closely with hers under the duvet.

Eve pried her eyes open to the darkness and inhaled deeply, her eyes darting to the muscled arm wrapped around her.

The soft breathing and warm flesh beside hers was comforting, and she swallowed hard, feeling lightheaded again.

She was all sweaty now, and felt as though she hadn't washed up in ages. She also needed to brush her teeth and change into something else that wasn't sweat pants.

Alessandro had stuffed her body into it last night, after he cleaned her up.

Oh dear, her skin heated up for another reason, and she bit into her cheeks, shutting her eyes as the memory of last night flooded into her brain.

It had been the second night she had woken up after that