He wanted to wake her up and hold her while telling her he was sorry and would promise to never hurt her again. The image of her trembling with sobs will forever be implanted in his mind. His fingers ached to shake her awake and make sure she was no longer hurt, but he knew she needed the healings powers of rest.
It seemed, that being near her again had extinguished his feelings of confusion. She made everything right in his world like nothing had been wrong in the first place.
After looking down at her for a short period, he turned and walked over to the large leather sofa across the room from her. It made the usual 'poof' that leather makes, as he fell into it. His heart was loud in his ears. Even in his mind, in this place, his heart was still pounding against his chest.
Should I ask 'er about the necklace? Would it scare 'er if I did? God, I don't know.
