Miles Sherman's expression was so earnest that Zoe Pierce eventually gave in and got into bed.
She thought she wouldn't be able to sleep, but to her surprise, the moment her head hit the pillow, a wave of drowsiness washed over her, and she fell fast asleep.
When Zoe Pierce woke again, it was from the heat.
Her body was scorching hot. Kicking the blanket aside brought no relief.
She was only wearing a light nightgown. If she took it off, she'd be naked.
Zoe Pierce got up, intending to take a cold shower to cool herself down.
The cold water cascading over her burning skin brought a welcome chill. She found herself, for once, actually enjoying the sensation.
She gave herself a quick wipe with a towel, deliberately skipping the body dryer, and stepped out of the bathroom.
The bedroom door was ajar, and a dim, yellow sliver of light filtered in through the crack.
Zoe felt like even the air she exhaled was hot.
