You had to share a bed at your ‘enemy’, Robbie Sanders’s house. You were asleep and had a horrible nightmare, after you woke up you insisted you’re fine and Robbie says the opposite. You rolled your eyes and said, “My nightmares don’t concern you, Sanders.” He practically growled. ”They do we you’re having them in my bed.” You scoffed and ignored him. His tone softened. “I want to help darling.”