As he approached the open bedroom door, he could hear her panting breaths. He looked at the bed, illuminated in moonlight. This time Lily wasn’t sleeping peacefully. Her rapid breathing sounded desperate. Frantic. He grimaced at the low, despairing moan that came from her as she lay still under the sheets and blankets, obviously fighting her demons in her sleep. He knew that powerless feeling. Unable to move, to fight, to flee, or even scream. Without further inner debate, he went to the bed and sat down beside her. She moaned again, sounding like a trapped animal. Knowing the desperation to take action in a dream and feeling immobilized, he stroked her bare arm and shoulder. She didn’t calm and seemed to grow even more fearful in her dream. It registered after a few seconds of stroking that her skin was bare. Feeling like a bastard as his cock hardened while he soothed her, he drew the sheet aside and saw that her upper chest was bare. She’d gone to bed naked. He looked over and saw her gown and robe on the end of the bed.
