Lazarus Russell:
He looked scared. Like he had seen something really terrifying. I knew there was more to what he saw than what he told me. He wouldn't have been so scared of seeing a dream of me getting kidnapped. I know he must have seen something even more terrifying. It's scary how my anger, my repulsion for him was gone in a split of seconds when my mind registered that he was not well. That he was disturbed.
I grabbed the body oil before pouring it down on my back, before taking some on my palms as I started to rub his bare back gently. Trying to induce heat by rubbing my hand against his back. My eyes were focused on him. Not on him. But on his behavior. If he was still shivering or not. If his fingers were still cold. If he was still sweating. I was paying attention to everythi
