"Hurry up!" someone shouted madly.
Would I still be able to live? But why should I if there was only pain in this world?
What if I lived but he didn't make it? No. I wouldn't be able to go through this hell alone.
I would rather die.
Please, save him.
"Stop!" I wake up with incredible pain in my chest, my body covered in sweat. I pant, looking at the clock on my bedroom wall.
2 AM.
I've had the nightmare again. My hand is shaking when I takethe glass of water from my nightstand. I take a gulp of it, trying to calm myself down.
After placing the glass back, I bury my face in my hands. My breath is short and fast, my heart racing inside my chest.
Why? Why did I have that nightmare again?
Everything was great yesterday. I remember spending time with Aiden in the music room and the art gallery after he got back from school.
Then at night after the two of us had dinner together, I sent him to bed before waiting for Luke to come back from his office.
But Luke didn't, and I fell asleep while waiting for him.
I know that he must have been busy at work—he told me that he would work overtime because of some urgent business matters.
But now that I look at the time, which has passed midnight, I wonder if he has arrived. He must have.
Still shaking from what happened in my nightmare, I get down from my bed and walk toward the door. I shiver, hugging my waist as I walk out of my room.
I head to Luke's bedroom, and when I reach his door, I turn the knob.
It's not locked.
Slowly, I step inside. Huge relief washes over me as I see him asleep on his bed. I close the door with a soft thud and approach him.
Luke is still sleeping when I quietly climb onto his bed, snuggling under the bed cover. My cheeks heat up as I lie next to him; he’s shirtless.
My movement makes him aware, and he wakes up. He straightens up on his bed, surprised.
"Cassie?" he asks, his voice still hoarse.
"I'm sorry," I whisper. "I didn't mean to wake you up. I just..." I falter, suddenly at a loss for words. "I don't feel like sleeping alone tonight."
He studies me, probably noticing the fear on my face, andworry skates all over his face. "Did you have a nightmare again?"
I nod, letting out a shaky breath.
"Shit. Come here." He pulls me into his arms, and my face crashes against his bare chest. "I won't let you sleep alone again."
His warm skin engulfs me, and I suddenly feel safe again. Luke sighs and kisses my hair, while I allow myself to be wrapped in his embrace, wondering why the nightmare keeps haunting me after the incident at the pool.
Luke and I face each other on the bed. Our foreheads touch, and so do our lips. We stay like this for a while, silent, before I brush my lips against his, kissing him softly and slowly.
Luke kisses me back with so much passion, raking his hand through my hair as he pulls my head closer, deepening the kiss. I moan.
He pulls away. "Cassie," he rasps, a warning look in his eyes, as if he knows that if we continue this, we will definitely do something more.
