Jemma's POV
I snuggled into his chest as the sun was slowly rising in the sky. His scent was overpowering me and calming my nerves. I had once again dreamt of being locked in a dirty cell while a sinister voice cackled in the shadows. My heart raced as I awoke. He pulled me tighter to him and breathed onto my neck. "Another bad dream, love?" He whispered against my ear.
Nodding, I sighed heavily. "Yes," I replied.
"Mind telling me about it." He asked gently/
I turned myself and rested my head in the crook of his neck. I felt safe in his arms. "I just have a bad feeling something bad is about to happen. I keep dreaming of being chained up in a dirty cell while someone cackles in the dark." I muttered, not realizing I was trembling while tears fell down my cheeks. I felt
