Lainey POV
I slept so well.
I hadn't slept like that in weeks. I'd had another dream, I knew that much. But it had been mild next to the others. It was only his hands, and his mouth on my neck, and the weight of him. I had drifted through it, warm and easy, and sunk right back under.
I woke up to yelling.
"What the f*ck!"
Then came the growl.
It was low, and it went on and on, and I felt it through the bed frame.
I sat straight up.
It was barely light. Travis was in the bedroom doorway in his uniform, flat against the frame, with his keys clenched in his fist like he might throw them. The dog was standing between him and the bed.
I had never seen him like that. His head was down. Every hair on his back was standing up, and his lips were pulled away from his teeth. I had forgotten
