When I didn’t say anything, he spoke again. “Talk to me, sweetheart.” There was more urgency to his voice now. “Are you okay?” Men’s voices were audible in the background like he was working, but he picked up for me anyway. It took me a second to talk, like I was still suffering from sleep paralysis. “I’m okay… I had this dream… I don’t know why I called you.” “You called me because I’m your man and you’re scared. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” “It’s okay. You don’t need to do that—” “I want to do that, sweetheart.” He hung up without saying goodbye.
Ugh god plz i want one like this
