Celeste
“My nightmare was about this,” I whispered softly, lifting the back of my shirt and turning to him so he could see the brand.
“Ah. That nightmare again,” he nodded, gently taking my hand so my shirt fell back into place. When I thought he would let me go, he didn’t. Instead, he kept a hold of my hand and led me to the bed. He didn’t wait for me. He climbed onto the bed and sat with his back resting against the headboard. He patted the space beside him and I cautiously sat down, making sure to keep a liberal space between us. If he noticed my hesitation or felt my timidity, he didn’t say anything. “How long have you been having the nightmare for?”
“Tonight was the first time...In a long time,” I added hesitantly.
He nodded. “I remember the first time I s
