Dead Man Walking 🌪 Twisters

Taming Tornados Take 2

If wattpad decided to work correctly, the italics are flashbacks.

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I open my eyes when a sharp light blinds me. I inwardly curse myself as I forgot to close the curtains last night. Sun slipped through the curtains, brightening up the whole room. The room I haven't stayed in since I was 21. I left shortly after my 21st birthday. I felt like I had to get away from here. Away from this town. Everything reminded me of them.

I shift uncomfortable now that I was back in this room. I was too tired last night, so I didn't look properly. There were fairy lights strung up on the wall behind the bed because, for some reason, I was, and still am, if we're being honest, obsessed with them. I could still see the pictures that scattered my wall of me and my friends. Jeb, Addy, and Praveen all stared back at me. My old desk where I came up with my photography ideas. There was also a half done puzzle on the floor that Addy and I were doing but never finished.

When I shift for the second time, an arm tightens around my waist, gaining my attention. I look behind me to see Boone lying behind me, looking at me with bright eyes and a small smile. "Good morning, baby."

I cough when I hear him speak. Bless the Lord for deep morning voices. I turned in his arms so that I was facing him. "Morning, handsome."

The two of us stayed out way past dark. Just laying in the truck bed talking about anything and everything. It was a drag from him to get us back home. The only way that I was able to convince him to move was to tell him I needed a shower. I didn't mean for him to join me, but he really didn't leave me a choice as he dragged me in there. It was ridiculously hard to keep quiet as he brought me over the edge two more times in the shower.

I just can't keep my hands off of you, baby. His words not mine.

I did make him carry me back to my room where he insisted that I wear his shirt to bed. Not that there was much arguing about that in the first place. He didn't bring any sleeping clothes with him when he packed, so I had to give him a pair of sweats and a shirt that were way to big on me. The sweats were a little too small, leaving little to the imagination. And if to tease me even more, he didn't wear the shirt to bed. Apparently, he got too hot when he wore a shirt. So he decided to leave me too hot by not wearing one.

It was very nice to cuddle with him though. As soon as I laid in bed, he pulled me into his chest, tangling his legs with mine. He wrapped his arms around me and wouldn't let me move. Not like I wanted to anyway. With his head tucked in my shoulder, I laid there for a while just listening to him snore softly as he slept. It took me a while to fall asleep. I was scared to sleep with him so close to me. I didn't want to wake him from having a nightmare. I know he said I could, but still.

"How did you sleep?" He asked me as he pulled me closer to his side. It was then that the thought hit me. I sit up slightly drawing a whine from the man beside me.

"I didn't have a nightmare."

"Is it because I tired you out enough?" I slap his chest as he laughs at me being embarrassed. I let him pull me back down, resting my head on his chest. His hand traveled up my arm before he started brushing his hand through my hair, relaxing me enough to where I almost fell asleep again.

"As much as I hate to break it to you, that's not it." I mumble into his chest. "I once went four days without sleeping. It was right after the accident. A few months maybe. I was too scared to have another nightmare of that day, so I stopped sleeping. I passed out from exhaustion. Aunt Cathy found me on the floor in the living room. While I was passed out, I still had those nightmares. I have had a nightmare every day since the accident."