Touched By A Marine (Book 1)

Chapter Seven: Nightmare

I remember everything that happened last night down to the last detail. Even if I could forget it, which I can’t, means that this is something that I will have to live with for the rest of my life. The look of horror on Dennis’s face as I pulled the trigger was now forever burned in my mind. A constant reminder of how quickly one person can be there with you and then gone the next like the blink of an eye. Yet now, since it’s only been a few hours since his death, I’m starting to see him in my dreams. As I lay there covered in blood with him on top of me I watch as he looks up at me and says “you’re gonna see me”. I awoke with a start as I screamed bloody murder, my entire body just shaking. Brad cradled me in his arms trying his hardest to calm me down.

“James. Relax. It’s me, Brad. You were just having a bad nightmare. You’re safe now with me.”

I breathed in deeply through my nose as a clear film of sweat covered my forehead. “Brad?” I mumbled. “Oh god, Brad. The dream, I could swear it was so real. I could almost feel him on top of me and hear him speak as if he were still alive.”

“Hush now.” He said softly, kissing the top of my head. “He can’t harm you anymore.”

“I’m scared, Brad. I don’t want to go back to sleep in fear that I might see him again.”

“Then I’ll stay awake with you until you decide to fall asleep. Would that be okay?”

A small smile appeared on my lips as I looked over at the alarm clock and saw that it was only three in the morning. The moon had risen hours ago, as it shined in through my bedroom windows, where it laid flawlessly across my bed and parts of Brad’s chest and muscular stomach. He stretched his arms and then his back before sliding further down under the sheets and pulling me on top of him until my face was buried in the crook of his neck. God, he smelled good. As his blood coursed through his veins I could hear his heartbeat and how well it sounded as it pumped from within him. But it was the monster that was between his legs that got my full attention. As I brushed up against him, I felt “it” growing bigger until it became hard as a rock and stronger then steel. Brad let out a subtle moan as I lightly kissed his neck and then his lips.

“You’re doing it again.” He said.

“Doing? Doing what?” I asked.

“You’re making me hard again. It’s bad that I have too control myself whenever I’m around you, especially in bed.”

“And this is bad?”

He chuckled. “I didn’t say that. What I mean is, being with you these last few days have been some of the best hours of my life. And I don’t wish to see it end. You understand me, James, better then I know myself. It’s like you complete me or something. Or maybe, you’re the only real person who ever got me.”

“Brad. Are you saying you love me?”

“Yeah. I love you.”

I kissed him then, passionately, as he did the same. “I love you, too.”