I relaxed, ready to go from dark nightmare to peaceful sleep once more, but I realised that the arms holding me tightly were anything but okay. Then they were gone. I could hear footsteps and breathing in the dark, but no one touched me. "Nathan?" I asked quietly, hoping it was his breathing I’d heard. Someone touched me again and my reaction was automatic and unexpected. Instead of wanting to claw his eyes out, I found myself relaxing into his embrace. This was not fucking okay. What if it had been someone else, someone I couldn’t trust? I shoved at him and he let go of me. I tried to ignore the hurt look on his face as I demanded, "What are you doing? Why were you touching me when I woke up?" His expression went from hurt to horrified and he didn’t know how to explain. "You’ve been having a lot of really bad nightmares and you wouldn’t wake up. You…were screaming. Screaming for me to help you. You…didn’t scream as much if I…hugged you." It started to dawn on me that I had no idea just how much he’d done while I was asleep.
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