She woke up the next morning as Keith murmured something in his sleep. She rubbed her sleepy eyes after she got up from his chest and checked on him.
“No, please don’t die—“ he said, sounded a little bit unclear. Cassandra furrowed her eyebrows. Did she just mishear him? Who could possibly want to kill him?
He also sweats a lot. She just realized that he also talks in his sleep the last time they slept together. It seems like he often had bad dreams. She was about to wipe the sweat from his forehead before he pulled her back to lay on the bed. He rested his head on her chest while hugging her waist.
“Keith—“ she called him softly while running her fingers on his hair. He said something that she couldn’t quite understand after that. Her phone is vibrating on the small bedside table, b
