Nikita found reassurance in him. She didn’t know when or how it started. But when she woke up from the nightmare she was in, his face was the first she looked for. It was his voice she wanted to hear instead of the rapid beating of her heart and the sound of silence surrounding her. She could still taste the desperation that she felt and how she couldn’t breathe no matter how hard she inhaled.
How she was grasping the sheets, feeling suffocated.
“Look at me, Nikita.”
She was jolted back from her memory at his exclamation.
The eyes he looked at her with were filled with endless worry, it made the sweat that soaked her back feel like a caress instead of a manifestation of the fear she was lost in.
The longer he looked at her, the more worried he became.
“Come here.” He said softly then
