Indianna woke up screaming, and her heart is racing, sweat beading on her forehead. She clutched her covers, eyes squeezed shut, trying to push away the memory of the night Rogue attacked her.
"Indie!" Greyson burst into the room, rushing over. The second his skin brushed against hers, her body relaxed slightly, and she opened her eyes to look at him. "What's wrong?"
"S-sorry," she whispered. "I had a nightmare about R-Rogue."
"It's fine," Greyson said softly, cupping her cheek. "Don't be sorry."
She nearly melted under his touch, closing her eyes as the sparks coursed through her, calming her racing heart. When she opened them again, Greyson's face was inches from hers. "Thanks," she mumbled.
"You okay now?"
Indianna nodded, her gaze flicking to his lips. "You have a lip piercing,"
