Licorice lays down on his bed, his hair messy and sticking to his face as his chest rose and fell. He felt extremely warm, even the gentle, cool touch of his sheets still made his skin burn...

He closed his eyes, grunting as he shifted back and forth, the heat that had consumed his body was making it hard to get comfortable.

Licorice's mind was starting to feel a tad foggy... He had a good guess as to what was causing this. But... He didn’t want to admit it to himself. No, he couldn't...