I lifted my hand and brushed his hair away from his forehead. He stiffened but didn't wake up. I dragged my hand through his hair, memorizing the softness of it. He stopped thrashing around and began whimpering instead. The hair on his skin slowly disappeared and his canines went back to normal.
He stopped whimpering and sighed as I continued running my fingers through his hair. When I pulled my hand away he whimpered again. I brushed the back of my hand against his cheek and he slowly opened his eyes. My eyes widened and I froze with my hand still on his face. I quickly pulled it back but he caught my wrist.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice deep and husky as he started at me intently. Any trace of being tired on his face was gone.
"I, uh, heard you shouting," I replied qu
