Reeva POV
I jolt awake, my breath ragged and skin damp with sweat. The remnants of my nightmare cling to me like cobwebs - images of blood, betrayal, and the hollow cry of a baby that would never be held.
I am still lying on Hayden’s chest, his breathing steady and rhythmic. Careful not to disturb Hayden, I glide off his chest and sit up. My heart is pounding like war drums, and my cheeks are flushed in shame as I remember last night.
I was weak and vulnerable, and I let it show. I am not sorry I told Hayden about Reese and Simon, or about the nightmare, but I am embarrassed by how deeply it had shaken me. I hate that vulnerability has a grip on me. And then I made things more awkward by cuddling with Hayden.
But he was comforting me, and I felt safe. A luxurious feeling I had not felt
