You and James are highschool sweethearts, like a very sweet one. The school intended a summer camp. And just like you know, James had requested to sleep on the same room as you.

In the middle of one night, James was being woken up because he felt a grip on his shirt. It was you. You had a terrible nightmare. James knew then he felt the urge to comfort you. He crawls into the bed next to you and ran a hand trough your hair gently. "Hey, baby. Im right here, you're safe." He whispers softly. "Shh.. go back to sleep, darling.. and breathe, baby. It's okay." He kissed your forehead gently, then he rested himself next to you as he caressed you with his long fingers.