Elaine
"So that happens sometimes," Grayson murmured as he let go of me and got up from the sofa bed.
He wasn't running. I knew that much. The last half hour we'd spent just holding each other, saying nothing proved it. But I couldn't help reaching for him, afraid he'd do exactly that.
He turned back to me, his gaze falling to where I clung to him before his eyes lifted to mine.
I'd seen anger in those orbs. Desire. Want. Need. Even vulnerability. Whatever was there right now was none of those things.
I was afraid I'd peeled back one more layer of this man. It both scared me and left me unsteady.
He cupped my cheeks, then smiled softly. "It doesn't happen that frequently these days."
It being the nightmare we'd both woken to.
His nightmare.
Him telling me it happened less should
