** Freya’s Point Of View **
Joel stares at me expectantly, his features looking scary and furious in the shadows. He steps closer to the bed and the moonlight touches his face, revealing a hurt expression, rather than the angry one I’d first thought I’d seen. I sit up, pulling the bed covers up to cover my bare chest. I don’t feel comfortable around him right now.
“Joel, this is why I didn’t tell you. I couldn’t stop it from happening, and I knew it would only hurt you. I didn’t want things to change between us over something that couldn’t be helped. I didn’t want you to stop holding me whilst I slept. Every time I wake up and find your body pressed against mine, I know I am safe and back home where I belong,” I explain, reaching out for him and grabbing his hand in mine.
“You should ha
