"Hsin."
Sin's eyes snapped open and his hand shot out, clamping around Boyd's wrist so tightly the skin pinched and circulation cut off.
Boyd's heart stopped. He froze in place and struggled to find his voice. "Hsin, it's just me. You were having a nightmare."
There was not even a flash of recognition in Sin's face, but after two terrifying beats of silence, his hand loosened. He blinked and sucked in a shaky breath before his eyes focused. "What are you—Did I hurt you?"
"No, you didn't. It's okay."
"You shouldn't have—I told you—" Sin's words came out amid guttered breaths.
"It's okay." Boyd touched Sin's shoulder. "Nothing happened."
A shudder went through Sin's powerful frame and, instead of answering, his long fingers tightened on Boyd's wrist again. With only the briefest of motions, he pulled Boyd forward so he was next to Sin on the bed.
Boyd's breath caught.
"Please don't do that again," Sin whispered.