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She'd fallen asleep on me; literally, on me; about an hour ago. But I was still here. Her head had been on my shoulder since she'd fallen asleep and had gradually moved her way to my chest. I had to get out of here before Liam got home and saw my truck parked down the street. His parents might not notice it, but he would. I wasn't going to push my luck with him.
Last night was like a dream. I had her in my arms once again but this time the emotion was so raw and strong. Sure I'd been with plenty of other girls before her but none of them felt like her.
I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted to make her feel good. It wasn't just about me this time. I actually cared about her and as much of a dick I sound, I'd never cared about the girls during sex. It was always just a distraction.
Easing out from under her, I pulled the covers up so she wouldn't get cold. Just as I was about to move away, she began to whimper. It was soft, but it was a cry. Then she began to kick and shake her head as the whimpering got louder.
I have nightmares every night. I see my mother die over and over again.
Her words replayed in my head. Was that what this was? I tucked her fallen piece of her behind her head and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. I started to rub her back to assure her I was here.
It didn't help. She kept kicking and then started to cry pitifully.
I hated seeing her like this. Lost in a horror she couldn't escape. It wasn't a nightmare. Those weren't real. Those you could wake up from. This was a memory that haunted her. One she'd never wake up from.
I crawled back in bed and laid behind her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against my chest. I kept whispering in her ear that I was here. That she was in my arms and I wasn't leaving her. That she'd be okay.
Slowly, she began to ease. She quit kicking and her terrified sounds stopped. Then her fingers wrapped firmly around my arm. She wasn't letting me go. Even in her sleep she knew I was here, and she was keeping me close.
That felt good. For once, I had helped her. She'd been my rock and my source of peace, but I was never one for her. I thought she'd gone and lived her hell alone. But in reality, she was still living it, and I could do for her what she did for me. Hold on to her so she doesn't lose herself.
Someone was jerking my body back and forth. Groggily, I opened my eyes to see why. It was still dark out. I blinked and looked down to see that Evelynn had turned and was now facing me, tucking in close to my body.
A hand on my arm tightened. Apparently, I hadn't woken up on my own. I looked up to see Liam scowling at me.
"What. The. Fuck," he growled. "I trusted you." He was keeping his voice down, which was good. Liam I could handle, but G would kill me.
