At first, he thought he was having a nightmare. He had been hit, smashed in the face. He screamed out, and soon he realised it wasn’t a nightmare. Julia had whacked him right in the nose.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry. I’m really sorry. I’ve never shared a bed before and apparently, I’m not a calm sleeper. Are you ok? Let me see. Move your hands.”
Harrison had his hands cupping his nose. His eyes were watering, and it felt like his nose was broken. Why the hell had she hit him?
“I’m ok. It’s ok. Don’t worry.” She was hovering over him to see if he was ok.
“Move your hands and let me see what I’ve done!” He went to drop his hands at the same time as she pulled them down beside him. She had him pinned down. Her hair falling down and dancing on his chest. He was holding his breath. He tried his
