Flare
I’m sticky with sweat as the dream floods my mind while Damian tries his best to comfort me. He helps me to the bathroom and starts the shower and, a couple of minutes later, he gets into the shower with me. I try to tell him that it was just a nightmare.
“I don’t care. I’m here to support you as best I can, and right now all I can think about doing is a shower. Please let me take care of you.” His eyes plead and I nod. I feel the tension build in my body as he helps me to wash away the sweat.
I start relaxing when he washes my hair and, once I’m clean again, he helps me to try my hair, which has us both laughing. Once I’m clean, we go downstairs for some warm milk before he tucks me into bed. I’m surprised but comforted when he gets under the covers with me.
When he pulls me int
