Logically, ice should physically relieve the torment of burning skin. I press the ice pack against my molten body. When it does me no good I rip the frozen pieces from their packaging and rub them against my skin so hard it bruises flesh.

No use. Blindly I stumble into the shower and demand cold water, thankful that only a computer hears my request and will not ask why I choose water rather than sonics for a change or why I am still fully clothed.

Only when he enters my shower and caresses my dripping hair does the inferno cease.

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