The bedroom felt like a sauna, or maybe a steam room. Either way, the heat was weighing down on his lungs, making it nearly impossible to breathe. Bobby sat up with a jerk, forehead dripping with sweat, gasping, panting for sweet, delicious oxygen. He breathed deep, noting that someone had shut the window after he'd fallen asleep, slowly realizing that Johnny was attached to his waist, buried under a mountain of blankets, shivering despite the fact that it had to be over 85 degrees in there... read more
