Chapter 6
WHITE BOY
A crash rips me from my sleep, and I’m on my feet in seconds.
“No!” Jade screeches.
Bolting out of Hunter’s room into hers without knocking, the moonlight casts a glow across Jade’s all-black space. Banging her fists into the mattress, she thrashes as painful moans rip from her throat.
“Stop! Please stop!” she sobs, arching her back off the mattress. Her arm flings to the side and knocks her phone off the nightstand onto the floor.
Heart racing, I stand at the foot of her bed, fucking clueless. I don’t think you’re supposed to wake people up from nightmares, are you?
“Please! Not again!” Clawing at her throat and pressing her legs together, Jade tries to fight off the intruder in her dreams.
My heart cracks straight down the goddamn center.
Fuck.
This is no way to live.
Rounding her bed, I pad closer. “Jade?” I whisper, hoping to coax her awake, without giving her an aneurysm. I could turn the light on, but that might make things worse. Hell, maybe it wouldn’t, but what do I know?
“Please!” She turns onto her side, and I take this as an opportunity to gently brush my fingertips down the outside of her arm.
She gasps and wrenches away, dropping onto her back, still in the same pajamas from our movie night. “No.”
“Jade.” I try again, and when that doesn’t work, I do one of the dumbest things I’ve ever done and crawl in beside her. Keeping my body against the edge, so I don’t come off as a threat, I drape my arm over her stomach. That’s all. A simple touch to let her know I’m here, to maybe calm the demons.
Her nails bite into my forearm, and she pulls my arm higher, forcing my hand to cover her breast, right above her galloping heart. This is not good. Not good at all. The last thing I need is her waking up to find me groping her tit.
Trying to free myself proves impossible when Jade claims my arm as her own and rolls over, forcing me to move with her.
My lower half comes dangerously close to her bottom as she rubs her face against the back of my hand like an adorable kitten before tucking it between her breasts. They’re warm, soft, and…
Fuck.
I arch my ass backward to keep the appendage in my boxers from causing an even bigger issue. ‘Cause he’s a boob man, and in case you were wondering, Jade has incredible boobs.
This was a terrible goddamn idea.
We should have discussed how to handle the nightmares. Hell, she should have fucking told me they happen. Not even Hunter mentioned them. In hindsight, that’s probably because he was just trying to protect his mom.
Staying as far away as I can, I wedge a pillow under my head and settle in for a night of no sleep.
At least, she’s not thrashing anymore. Had I waited, she might have calmed on her own, and I wouldn’t have put my dumbass in this predicament.
Yet here we are. Let’s hope she doesn’t kill me in the morning.