SIXTY-SEVEN
"Would you like me to sleep on the couch or in here with you? I can sleep on the floor, if you prefer," Nathan offered.
My body was still buzzing as I reached out for him. "Here's fine. Hold me, Nathan. I feel safer that way."
He spooned up to me and I sighed as I relaxed into sleep.
"No... no... please wake up. No... you can't be dead. Caitlin... please... wake up..." I woke to Nathan's panicked voice as his hands patted me.
I'm not dead. I think I'm not dead. No, I'm breathing. Definitely not dead.
I stayed still, trying to keep my breathing even as I gathered my straying thoughts. My dream hadn't been bad.
"Angel, I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Oh God..."
I swallowed and said, "Nathan? It's just a dream, right?"
"Caitlin? Caitlin? Please..." I could feel his face through
