It’s 1 in the morning, and your boyfriend, Simon, is cradling you between his thighs, thunder booming outside the base.

You get nightmares quite often. Usually of when you were a little or a teenager. And they’re very sensitive for you.

“I’m sorry…” you say with a quiet sob, rubbing your eyes and sniffling.

“Shhh… It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” he whispers, kissing the top of your head comfortingly.

You’re shaking a little and sweating, breath shaky and uneven.