I awoke with a start. Next to me, Zac moaned and turned over trying to wrap his arms around me as I pulled myself off of the mattress and began seeking out my clothes.
“What you doing?” Zac said groggily, pushing himself up to sit as I gave up the search for my knickers and just went for pulling my jeans on instead.
“I’ve got to go.” I said, fumbling with my bra.
“It’s still early.”
“No I... I have to get back.”
“You have a bad dream?” Zac asked his face looking honestly curious as I perched on the edge of his mattress pulling on my trainers; he reached out and gently stroked my back.
“I don’t think so.” I said quietly as I leapt from his touch, as much from my disliking of his intimacy as from my terror of what I suspected had occurred.
“Look give me a minute and I’ll come with you
