"Why?"
His deep voice sends shivers across my skin. A feverish light burns in his dark eyes, making it impossible to turn my gaze away.
Both of his hands press against the ground on either side of my face. No, not the ground; we're on a bed of some sort. A lumpy one.
There aren't enough clothes between us. Just a blanket, and for some reason I'm naked beneath it.
Naked. On a bed. With a man.
An impossibly large, tattooed wild man who keeps appearing in my dreams. He's dangerous and strange, and I need to get away.
Where am I?
The entire moment is surreal. The world around us has faded into the background, and my heart hammers in my chest as he asks again, "Why? Why are you afraid of me?"
Afraid?
I'm not afraid.
