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He gripped the sheets and started sweating profusely. “You won’t hurt Mara again,” he screamed and swung a punch. My mind quickly went back to when he told me about Mara’s sexual abuse. He was reliving the fight he had with that guy, and my gosh, it was horrific.
“Dillon,” I shouted at the top of my lungs and started shaking him. If he didn’t wake from this, I’d have to throw a bucket of cold water on him. With one final shake, he jumped up and gasped for air, sweat trickling all over his body and the sheets with slight tears on them.
My poor baby.
“What happened? Are you hurt?” he asked, looking at me, utterly confused. Even when he’s the one in danger, he checks to see if I’m okay first.
I brought a bottle of water and some sedatives over to him and sat in his lap. This was both to ensure he took the medication and to give him comfort. He wouldn’t do anything physically harmful while I was next to him. I could feel the slight shakes in him, as well as how fast his heart was beating. There would be plenty of time to talk about it, but right now, I need him to be calm so he doesn’t collapse before me.
I spent the next ten minutes in his lap, trying to soothe him with my voice. There wasn’t much practice, but I always had a decent enough voice for singing. He smiled whenever our eyes met, and I got lost in his. There was nothing in this world prettier than Dillon’s hazel eyes, and I would always stand by that.
“Are you feeling better?” I asked him while rubbing his back.
“Yeah, but what happened?”
“Let’s forget that,” I said and turned to straddle him, “Kiss me. Just kiss me, please,” I begged. I was torn between wanting to tell him and just wanting to make him feel better.
He sighed and leaned in to kiss me, but it felt distant. “I can’t kiss you the way I should be kissing you when I don’t know why we both look so fucking terrified.”
I took a deep breath and rubbed my eyes. “You were trapped in a night terror. You were screaming and acting violently, so I woke you up before it got out of hand.”
A look of disappointment washed over his face. This was obviously something that happened to him many times before, and I wanted to know why.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, you wouldn’t hurt me. I’m fine. But are you fine? What were you dreaming about? You can talk to me. I’m here for you, baby.” There were times when he needed physical comfort, and this was one of them. There was a lot of unresolved pain in Dillon’s life, and it sucked that he wasn’t getting the help he needed.
“I don’t fully remember, but I just remember how violent it was. Like I was reliving a time where all I did was hurt people,” he spoke, his voice breaking. The worst thing in life was seeing him go through pain. Men like him deserved none.
“Let’s just get some rest and talk about it later, okay?” I suggested, and we went under the covers. It didn’t even make sense to switch off the lights, as I was sure it wouldn’t help him sleep better. “Is there anything you want me to do?”
“Don’t leave me, please,” he whispered and pressed a gentle kiss on the side of my face. “Don’t run again.”
“I won’t.” He didn’t understand how much I loved him, how much he made me want to do unspeakable things to everyone who dared to cross him. It was a dangerous, but also special type of love. “I love you so much, handsome.”
“Precious.” He didn’t have to say the words, because I knew he meant it. I knew what he felt for me, and it was the greatest love I’ve ever felt.
If that was what a good relationship was supposed to feel like, I was happy I got to experience it with him. I looked around the bed and noticed he wasn’t there. Earlier that morning was a rough time for him, and I wanted him to get the help he needed. But persuading Dillon to go to therapy would have been a very difficult thing. Not only for my sake but for the sake of him having full control of his body, I needed him to get medication or get sessions just for him to get better.
Looking to my left, I saw a large bouquet of crimson roses with a card. Every day, he proved to me more and more that he was indeed the most romantic man on the planet.
The roses smelled as sweet as honey, and the card was handwritten. I needed an entire room dedicated to all the flowers he had given me in the last four months. I could open a flower shop at this rate.
I had an early morning, and you were sleeping, so I didn’t want to wake you.
Call me when you see this.
Your lover, DX
I just knew he was written by a woman. There was no way any other men like mine existed. I was consumed by him. There wasn’t a bone in my body that wasn’t bent to love him, nor an artery that didn’t make the blood rush feel faster when I was with him. Yet, the love he gave was calm. It made me want to heal and become a better person. Something I didn’t ever know I was capable of until meeting him.
“Good morning,” I yawned. I called his cellphone, and as expected, he picked up on the first ring. “Thank you for my roses.”
He chuckled a bit and shut the door. I couldn’t see what was going on because it was just an audio call, but my hearing worked well. “Hey precious, you’re welcome. I’m sorry I left without seeing you first. I needed to get some things done.”
“Don’t apologize. I know you’re busy, and it’s good. Are you good? You feel better, my love?” Whenever I called him cute names, his cheeks got red, and I could imagine how flushed he looked. For a man like him who never showed much emotion for anyone, I think I either broke his shell, or he just broke it for me.
“Yes, I feel great. Are you coming in today?”
