TWENTY
Nathan's voice told me I was okay. I relaxed, ready to go from dark nightmare to peaceful sleep once more, but I realised that the arms holding me tightly were anything but okay. Then they were gone.
I could hear footsteps and breathing in the dark, but no one touched me. "Nathan?" I asked quietly, hoping it was his breathing I'd heard.
Someone touched me again and my reaction was automatic and unexpected. Instead of wanting to claw his eyes out, I found myself relaxing into his embrace. This was not f*****g okay. What if it had been someone else, someone I couldn't trust?
I shoved at him and he let go of me. I tried to ignore the hurt look on his face as I demanded, "What are you doing? Why were you touching me when I woke up?"
His expression went from hurt to horrified and he
