Move or die.
Arek sat up straight in bed, gasping for air. A hand was gripping his shoulder, and he snarled and grabbed at the unknown wrist.
“Ow Arek. You’re hurting me.” Renee’s voice reached through the fog in his brain, and he blinked, the past fading back into the recesses of his brain.
“Oh, shit Renee, I’m sorry.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her hand and wrist.
“I’m fine, but are you okay? You were thrashing around and calling out to get down.” Arek swung his legs over the side of the bed, his head hung in defeat.
Some shit you just couldn’t run from.
“I’ll be fine.” His hands shook, and he quickly squashed the images before they could take hold.
Arms snaked around his neck, and the soft skin of Renee’s naked body pressed into his back. He rubbed at her arms as she kissed his neck.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she whispered before continuing her sweet assault on his neck.
“No, not right now. One day I’ll tell you all about it, but it’s….”
“Too raw?” He nodded
She pulled back on his shoulders, and he let her guide him down to the bed.
“Then at least let me make you feel better.” He stared up at her naked breasts as they hung in his face and couldn’t stop the stupid smile spreading across his face.
“I can definitely be talked into that.”