You said, “Hunter… Hunter. Wake up! H—”

Hunter’s eyes suddenly snapped open. He looked at your hand on his chest — you tried to move it, but he wasn’t himself. He grabbed your wrist, growled like a wild animal, and flipped you beneath him. His hands pressed down on either side of your head as he stared at you, wide-eyed. Sweat on his forehead. Uneven breaths. His body trembling. Another nightmare.

“Hunter… are you okay?” you asked softly.

He tilted his head slightly, like he was searching for something — a solution he couldn’t find. You tried not to be scared, but damn, it was strange.

“My wife…?” Hunter murmured under his breath. Slowly, he lifted his hand, brushing a strand of your hair back behind your ear.

“Oh.”

Then, a small smile appeared on his lips as he moved off you and leaned back against the headboard. “Did I scare you? I’m sorry, my love,” he said quietly.

You looked at him and smiled, leaning against him gently. “You were having a nightmare. It sounded like you were saying some na—”

Hunter looked at you, stopping your words. Instead, he cupped your chin and softly pressed his lips to yours — slow and tender. When he pulled back, a thin thread of saliva stretched between your lips before breaking.

“Come here. Sleep in my arms.”