Stories of Love In The Air

(PR) Nightmare become reality [2]

Phayu's pov:

We stayed like that for i don't know how long.

His body eased up a lot and stopped shaking.

But then, he suddenly went stiff.

I frowned and craned my neck to look at his face.

His gaze was glued to his arm.

I looked at his arm and was surprised to see what looked like scars peeking out from under his sleeve.

What?

He didn't have scars like this before.

I brought one hand up to his arm and gently pushed down his sleeve.

My jaw dropped in shock when i saw that they looked like rope marks. Deep ones that would have definitely drawn a lot of blood.

But... I'm sure he didn't have these last night...

How did they just appear overnight?

I was snapped out of my thoughts when he made a small panicked noise and started shaking in my arms again.

I looked at his face and saw that he had gone pale and looked even more terrified now.

Shit!

I brought one hand to his hair and gripped it in what i hoped was a grounding pressure as i pulled his head back, not as harshly as before.

He looked at me with wide, almost unfocused eyes.

I could see the panic started overtaking him.

"Rain. Focus on me. Focus on my voice. You're here with me. In our room. Everything is ok. You're ok. I'm here with you." I spoke in a controlled but gentle voice as i squeezed his hair firmly in my hand.

I knew it would be hurting at this point but i would rather that than let him spiral again.

He blinked quickly obviously trying to focus.

I leaned toward him and pressed my lips onto his.

I pushed my tongue into his mouth and licked every nook and cranny.

I could feel it working as his grip on my shirt started easing and his body started relaxing in my arms again.

Should have tried this earlier...

His hands let go of my shirt and his arms came to wrap around my neck again. This time, instead of being a death grip, he just tugged me more against him, pressing into the kiss eagerly.

I let his hands wander in my hair, not caring when the hair tie was snapped and my hair fell down, giving him a purchase to grip.

His soft moans of contentment were like a soothing balm as i continued my ministrations.
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I pulled back when i felt as if he had calmed down considerably.

I was cradling the back of his head with one hand the other was on his lower back, supporting his weight.

He seemed content to be cradled in my arms like this as he relaxed.

His arms loosened from around my neck and came back down to my shirt.

He undid two buttons at my chest with a little bit of effort since he didn't seem to be able to coordinate his movements properly yet, and pushed one hand under my shirt to press at my chest, right above my heart.

Did something happen to me in his nightmare? Is that why he's trying to feel my heartbeat so much?

I pulled him to me again, positioning his head so his ear was pressed to the spot above my heart.