I wake the next morning to a small morning glow and Ashton once again wrapped around me. His face looks so peaceful while he sleeps, no worries cause his eyebrows to furrow down, his mouth isn't in a thin line, and his looks content. I feel the weight of his arm over my side, serves as a reminder of how safe I feel when I am next to him.
His eyebrows furrow down in his dreams and his face tenses in an uncomfortable way. I watch as his dreamfilied mind twists his reality fro peaceful to disturbed. I reach up and gently stroke his cheek, trying to calm him, when his hand flies from my waist to grab my hand and his eyes shoot open in panic.
"Kennah," he breathes.
"You were having a nightmare," I whisper.
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel his lips aggressive
