NOTE: I skipped an update again, but lovelies, I apologize deeply. I was in the hospital and couldn't possibly get to my laptop. Thank you for understanding. E.J
I stare at the bruised hand, bewildered and surprised, feeling the marks with my fingers and wincing at the gently sting of it.
How could someone have so much strength in their sleep? It's ridiculous...
For a bit longer I rubbed my bruised hand, feeling the bluish skin under my fingertips. He was trying to wake up or had a nightmare he couldn’t cope with. I wouldn’t be surprised it was both at the same time, the latter sounding more painful than the consequences of his grip. My head moved to the side, catching the sight of a snoring Sebastian sleeping on the cramped couch. His one leg was stretched out on the floor, the couch l
