Chapter 99

Christina's POV I woke up cuddled against something warm and solid. Tanned male skin. Smooth. Slightly salty. Rising and falling with steady breaths. My fingers were currently exploring what felt like a marble sculpture. Hudson's abs. The early morning light filtered through the hospital room windows. Just bright enough to confirm I was indeed wrapped around Hudson like some desperate koala, and yes, he was definitely shirtless. I blinked several times, waiting for my fever-fried brain to fully reboot. Last night was a foggy mess. Fragments of memories surfaced—fever, IV drips, ice packs. Hudson climbing into bed with me. Then leaving. Then returning again. After that? Total blank. My hospital gown felt paper-thin against his radiating heat. Akira stirred in my mind. "He smells so good. Touch him more." "Shut up," I hissed internally. I didn't want to act like I had zero self-control around attractive men, like I'd never seen a shirtless man before, practically drooling and reaching ou