15 Chapter 15 Fever Dreams

You find yourself in a very cheap and shady motel room. Joseph has worked up quite the fever. He must have taken everything that happened much rougher than he let on. His body is likely in a state of shock. How are you feeling? You're beautiful. Why, thank you. But that's not what I wanted to know. Ah! Would I could forget; But, crying still, "Forget me not," her image...haunts me. Now he's spouting poems at random. His fever is getting worse. What should I do? You remove your clothes and climb into bed with Joseph. He shivers as you push yourself against him. What are you doing? Absorbing some of your body heat. Its how they do it in books, is it not? Mmm. Joseph's fingers seek out yours. He plays with them weakly. The mouth...might be better insulated. You want me to take advantage of you while you're feverish? No. I want your love. You climb on top of him, careful not to weigh him down anywhere he wouldn't enjoy it. You have all of me, body and soul. Prove it. You dive down into a kiss. Into him. But only until he is strong enough to enter you in return. After some tender loving care and sleep, Joseph's fever finally goes down. Are you feeling any better? ...

However, his expression is pained. More so than before. Joseph? No. I'm not...

I'm not really Joseph Cross.