She licks her lips. “Wyatt?” “Yeah. Yeah, I’m here.” I smooth her hair back as she leans her face into my palm. “You were shoutin’ and hollerin’.” She smirks. “Probably yelling at you.” I grin. “You were dreaming.” “Not dreaming.” Her face clouds. “A nightmare. Aiden.” I flinch. Thinking of Fallon with that motherfucker will never not sting.
