Warner’s hands cup my face. The warmth of his skin helps calm me somehow, and I finally feel my heart rate begin to slow. “Look at me,” he says. I force myself to meet his eyes, shaking as I catch my breath. “It’s okay,” he whispers, still holding my cheeks. “It was just a bad dream. Try closing your mouth,” he says, “and breathing through your nose.” He nods. “There you go. Easy. You’re okay.” His voice is so soft, so melodic, so inexplicably tender. I can’t look away from his eyes. I’m afraid to blink, afraid to be pulled back into my nightmare. “I won’t let go until you’re ready,” he tells
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i would melt if someone did this to me! having had these before; it's the worst! aghhh it's so cute!
