Wild curls spread across his pillow, thick lashes resting against her cheeks, lips slightly parted, soft. Fucking beautiful. He wanted to go to her, climb in beside her. The need to feel her skin against his was so fierce he ached. She stiffened, tossing and turning as a whimper broke past her lips. She was having a nightmare. He kneeled down beside the bed and ran the back of his knuckles across her soft, warm cheek. “Laney, Sugar?” He continued to speak in a soft tone, trying to ease her awake, but her struggles increased. “Laney?” She gasped and shot up into a sitting position, eyes unfocused. “Fletch.” His name tore from her throat, raw and full of pain. He gripped her shoulders. “I’m here, baby.” The sleepy haze lifted and those golden eyes focused on him. “Why didn’t you come for me?” He struggled for words, where to begin.
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