“Henrik—hey—wake up, man.” I shake his shoulder, trying to wake him. Fuck, he’s drenched in sweat. He thrashes again, groaning in his sleep. I was actually having a good dream until he kneed me in the hip, jolting me awake. Now I’m pressed against the wall while he cries out, flailing like he’s drowning on dry land. “Henrik, come on,” I say, louder this time, grabbing him by the shoulders and pinning him down. “Wake up.” I know the moment he finally wakes, because all the fight goes out of him like a robot powering down. He groans, his naked chest heaving for breath. But the second he feels me
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