I awoke with a start, sitting up in bed with a scream making its way out of my already sore throat.
There was sweat coating my forehead and the hair that was stuck to my face was damp with it. I was panting and looking around, my fingers fisting the sheets.
William sat up next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and moving a bit in front of me. "Rhett, it's okay," he says, moving his hands until they're cupping my face, "I'm right here. You're okay, babe."
I look at him, taking in deep breaths before closing my eyes and trying to steady my breathing. William pulled me against him and ran his hand through my hair gently as he kisses my cheek. We stay like that for a while until I'm calmed down. I look up at him and then move into his lap, wrapping my arms and legs around him a
