- RAYA -
Dex and I slept all night curled in each other's arms. I woke up once, terrified of something that I couldn't see in my dream, and Dex was right there—whispering that is was okay, soothing the fear, shielding me against it with his body and his voice and the fierce protection that has ignited inside of him and never seems to sleep.
He didn't leave once yesterday after he returned to find me locked in the bedroom. He remained by my side, not even answering calls, as if there was a threat that could return at any moment and he was going to be on high alert for it—as if his attention should not be divided even though he was lost to inward thoughts. I kept catching him staring into space, working things out in his mind, fixated on something he wasn't speaking of.
