Almost an hour later, Ember and Max set up camp in a nearby park, Max had laid a blanket down that they stole from someone and was now asleep under Ember as she sat under a tree.
She watched him as he rested under her, hands clasped behind his head as he dreamt, though even when staring was creepy, she couldn't really look away.
His face was perfect... angular but soft. His lashes long and thin, brushing his cheeks. And how his mouth was slightly parted, breathing softly through his little O.
But as she continued watching, her brows drew together when she noticed his expression hardened, and his eyelids were fluttering.
She could tell in his dream that he was looking around.
But... no... something was off.
She shifted her position when little groans came from his mouth, but not pleasured ones... she heard...
Sorrow. It was pain.
She crawled over to him and lightly grasped his shoulders, shaking him.
Max groaned, his body starting to tremble as sweat glistened on his forehead.
She shook him harder, murmuring, "Max, wake up. Come on."
His eyes shot open, and she gasped as the red in them deepened, and he gazed over at her in a panic.
"Are you okay?" she asked him, crawling back into her position.
She could tell it was a nightmare.
He shook his head, dismissing her question as he sat up. "Are you okay? You look terrified. Was someone here?"
"No," Ember assured him. She then crossed her arms. "I asked the question first, answer it."
He nodded, trembling as if still recalling it. "Yeah."
"Are you sure?" she whispered. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
He sat up fully, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand as his body continued to rumble. "I'm fine."
"No," she uttered then, knowing he was lying through his teeth, "you're not. Come here." She opened her arms.
He leaned toward her and held her back, making her smile softly as she curled up in his chest.
"It's okay," she promised gently. "I'm okay."
She then pushed back and sat on her knees, leaning toward him and touching their lips together, and then pulled back, watching him.
He smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead, bringing her against him after.
The nightmares... he'd been having them, she knew. But she suspected that they were from trauma-of him almost losing her. He'd be okay. He'd get over them.
"I love you," he told her.
"I love you, too."
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