*Bren*
"Bren ?! Hey wake up handsome". I hear Dahlia's voice and my eyes blink open, trying to find my bearings. What just happened ?
I look at her, she has straddled my lap, wearing a soft bathing rope, her hair damp. Now I remember she had gone to shower. "I must have fallen asleep".
"Yeah, you were kind of whimpering.. Did you have a bad dream ?" She asks me softly, her hands sliding around my neck.
It was a dream, a damn dream letting out all my fears and insecurities. "Yeah... a very bad dream". I bury my face in her neck.
"Oh my poor handsome baby". She says, running her hands into my hair, slowly massaging my scalp, making a low groan escape me.
"Maybe we…maybe we should… you know… just sleep. I feel kind of exhausted". Honestly I am scared that it would turn out like m
