Page 117 of His White Moonlight
He straightened away from me and brought one of my hands to his mouth.His lips brushed my knuckles as he watched me.
“You’re brave, baby, but you’re not fearless.Not yet.Go.You can try again tomorrow.”
The second he released me, I bolted for the stairs, taking them two at a time.I heard him behind me, keeping up step for step, which spurred me to run faster.Reaching my room, I slammed the door in his face and slowly backed away from it.
“Next time, don’t run up the stairs,” he said roughly.“I don’t want you to hurt yourself trying to get away from me.”
* * *
Their quiet laughterand whispers filled the room.The weight of the blanket pinned me to the bed as they put their weight into it.My nose was being crushed, and I couldn’t breathe through my mouth.
“Know your place, Wrenly,” one of them whispered.
Then they poured the water.I thrashed against the weight holding me as the wet blanket blocked what little air I’d been wheezing in.
A corner lifted.I struck out with my fist.
“Wrenly!It’s me!”
Bennett’s hoarse rasp brought me out of the dream, and I immediately stopped fighting against him.He released his hold on my wrists.
The bed moved, and a light clicked on.
His hair was wild, and he was holding his throat.Again.The shorts he wore rode low on his hips, showing the long, muscled line of his torso.
He’d been sleeping next to me?Like that?
“Get out, Bennett.”
Ignoring me, he sat on the edge of the bed, facing me and rubbing his throat.
“That’s the second time,” he said.
I could tell it hurt him to talk.
“You’re pretty accurate.”
“Why are you in here?”I demanded.
He swallowed with difficulty and tried to clear his throat.
“You sleep better when I’m with you.”
“Oh, really?Your throat says otherwise.”
“You don’t usually do that unless I startle you.”
“Get out, Bennett.”
“I will if you tell me what the dream was about.”
“Let me throat punch you again, and I’ll think about it.”
The crazy fool lifted his chin, exposing his throat to me.Instead of answering his challenge, which would probably end with me pinned to a wall, I threw back my blanket and got out of bed.
“Where are you going?”he asked.
“The bathroom.Do you want to come with?”
