"Get the f**k away from me." Dix reached out to smack the person, only to encounter soft flesh and hear a smothered scream. His eyes flew open. Crouched beside him in the bed, holding her jaw and trying to talk him off the ledge, was a very naked Peyton.
"Dix, wake up. Please." She turned on the bedside lamp, reached out, and stroked his face, trying to calm him. "It's okay. Everything is all right. I'm right here."
His eyes focused on her, and his stomach flopped. The way she was holding her jaw, had he -
Fucking s**t.
His heart was racing in overdrive, and he was covered with sweat. The dream was still so vivid. And Peyton. Jesus! He hoped he hadn't broken her jaw.
"Let me look at that." He reached for her, and she backed away, making him feel even sicker.
But then she blew out a
