Third Person POV
He stirred, not sure what it was that woke him, his eyes automatically darting towards her bed in an automatic reaction. She was crying out again, her body thrashing on the bed, her voice panicky “Don’t touch me” she shouted and he sat up, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes, and moved instinctively, so fast he was almost a blur, to her bedside. He hesitated. She was naked and might not appreciate him cuddling next to her this time. He hesitated and then settled for touching her shoulder, not anticipating the high-pitched scream that would come out of her mouth from the mere touch or the punch she would land in his midsection. Ouch. Damn, she had one hell of an arm, even in her sleep.
“Rosalie” he snapped, the door opening and then hastily shutting as the guard saw that
