21.
I was soaked in sweat by the time I stirred far into the night, my arms wrapped tightly around Sasha, as though trying to protect her from something. Or maybe I was. Clad only in my boxers, I shifted a little to adjust the woman in my arms, before peering down to look at her. She had her back to me, our bodies pressed flushed against each other. I moved a bit, placing my right elbow on the bed and resting my face on it, then letting my eyes dance across her face. She had a frown on, her mouth upturned, as though she was having a dream. And she was…barely dressed. As I was. The memories returned then, in a flash of images and withering and cries. Sasha and I had both yanked at our clothes earlier, desperate for a reprieve from whatever pain had hit us. Pain that fully knocked us out.
- Writer
