Twenty Five

RYLEE

He took hold of my hand and refused to let go. I had no choice but to stay with him and watch him sleep. I stroked his hair with slow movements and let out a sigh. I knew he was strong and powerful, but at the moment he looked so vulnerable. I wanted to protect him to the best of my abilities. I placed a hand on his forehead to check for a fever, but there was none. Although he was sleep, he refused to let go of my hand. I wondered how he would feel about everything that had happened when he wakes up. Would he go back to being cold and indifferent? Or would our relationship progress? While I could only hope for the latter, I couldn't help but feel worried. He had broken down in front of me, I had a feeling that he was going to be embarrassed.

I gazed at his resting face, taking note of the dark circles under his eyes. His brows were creased up and his breathing had quickened. I knew for a fact that his nightmares had begun. So, I laid down beside him. He buried his face in the