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“You’re letting me decide?” She chuckled before rocking her hips back and forth to get more comfortable.
I nodded on a raised brow.
“Okay, if you say so. No complaining, though.”
She must have already had a movie in mind because in less than a few minutes, she hadTitanicplaying.
I didn’t comment on her long-as-fuck movie choice or the fact the I hated romantic films. Instead, I acted like I was intrigued to watch it. The last thing I wanted to do was see or make her upset tonight.
Not when she was giving me life again.
She eyed me a couple times to see if she could catch any sort of reaction from me, and whenever she did, I’d smile in return.
“It’s okay to admit that you don’t like this movie,” she whispered.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Never.”
35
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She fell asleep pretty quickly after the movie started, around the scene where Jack and Rose were dancing together. Her head was slumped over onto my shoulder where light, adorable snoring sounds poured out of her. I didn’t want to move her.
I wanted to stay like this forever, but there was no way I could fall asleep like this, let alone let her sleep on the couch. Not when she deserved a bed.
I let her sleep for about another hour or so, just enjoying her closeness. Every now and then, I would tear my eyes away from the screen to check on her. Using the pad of my finger, I’d lightly brush back the strands of hair that would fall in her face and sometimes, I’d lean in close to kiss her forehead, but right before I would, I’d pull away.
I was afraid she’d wake up.
Or worse, wake up and leave.
Now, about halfway into the movie where I was more invested than I thought I would be, mumbled words fell past Wren’s lips. I couldn’t make out what she said, but only a few short seconds later, she began mumbling to herself again.
“No… no, don’t go.”
I froze.
“Please…” she begged as her eyes were still tightly shut, but a pained expression now marred her features.
She was having a nightmare.
“Hayes… please, don’t…”
My heart fractured as she called out his name. I felt hopeless knowing I wasn’t the one she ultimately wanted or needed. That the moment she’d wake up, she’d realize I wasn’t him.
Hayes.
Tears started to stream down her face. So many that it was breaking my own heart to watch her fall apart in her sleep. I couldn’t even imagine what she was dreaming about, but it had to be fucking terrible.
And just when I didn’t think it could get any worse, it did. She began to thrash around. Barely at first, but then it turned more violent.
More desperate.
“Wren,” I called out her name and tried reaching for her face. “Wren, I need you to wake up.”
She wasn’t hearing me, though.
