It was darker when I awoke. The inky black of a moonless night disoriented me at first and it took a moment to realize I was in my own bed, still lying on top of Blake. Half on top. I must have slid to his side at some point, but my upper body and one arm lay across his chest. His muscles twitched and jerked, and his breathing had quickened. It must have been that which woke me.
I lifted my head to see him, but his face was in shadow. He didn't move and I suspected he was still asleep. I didn't want to wake him so stayed where I was, cocooned by his powerful arm. The arm suddenly tightened its hold. I couldn't have moved even if I'd wanted to.
He said something, half grunt, half whisper, then fell silent. His head turned from side to side and every muscle went rigid. He was having a nigh
