Unrelenting fog

"N-no," Naomi moaned through the cloud of sleep she was nestled in.

Sweat beaded on her brow; eyes moving rapidly under the cover of her eyelids as her breathing sped up.

"S-stop... I'm sorry... Please," She murmured, hands fisted as if fighting an invisible enemy.

The next instant, however, Naomi jolted from the bed, chest heaving. In a panic, she looked to her right and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Daegal was there, asleep. His breath was even, coming out in small puffs while the moon illuminated his long lashes, straight nose, high cheekbones, and full, sensuous lips.

Slowly, she traced the sharp angles of his jaw with a featherlight touch and let out a small smile when she felt him lean into her touch even in his slumber.

But suddenly, Naomi's stomach churned as nausea overwhelmed her senses, ripping her moment of admiration away.

She scrambled out of bed with a hand over her mouth and hurried to the empty wash basin on the table a few inches away from th