You stir at the bed shaking and you wake up at the sounds of heavy breathing and short noises.

Isaac is beside you, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and his eyelashes flutter to match his uneven breathing.

You put a hand on his chest, gently rubbing trying to get him to wake up. Your touch becomes more firm as you shake him slightly.

Isaac’s eyes open and he sits up panting, his shirt clinging to his clammy skin. He rubs his face and jumps when you touch his shoulder.