Broken Dreams(56)

“Henry…what are you thinking about?”

“You. I love you so much. Without you…” He shook his head a little, trying to rid his mind of whatever horrible thoughts that were racing through it.

“Shhh… I love you, too, so very much.” He had never gotten emotional when we had been together. He closed his eyes as I wiped away the few tears that had trickled down his cheeks. Henry was worried, hurting, and probably scared about us and what was surrounding us.

He let out a couple long shaky breaths, trying to get control of his emotions before he started to take me again. He groaned as he continued his slow sensual assault. In minutes, he had me falling to pieces again.

He bit his lower lip and he pushed harder and faster into me. His eyes rolled and his jaw slacked. His body trembled as he tucked his head into my neck. His passion-filled moan rattled through me, and then his body went rigid. I grabbed his head and made him look at me.

“Henry, I love you. All of you.” His worried eyes locked with mine, but he couldn’t speak as his moment continued, on and on. Finally, he let out a shudder and collapsed, his body covering mine like a blanket. That was probably the most stellar love making I had ever experienced with him.



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We snuggled together under the covers, as he ran his fingers up and down my arm. We laid there, not talking, but just enjoying each other’s presence. After a considerable amount of time of staring at him, I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.

I drifted off to sleep, only to be woken by a nightmare. I sat there panting, sweating, and shaking all over. Henry had those gray, glazed eyes…the same eyes that I saw in the undead boy. Henry sat up when he heard me.

“Love? Love, what is it?” He reached out to me, and I pulled away.

I sprang out of bed and grabbed the sheet to wrap around my naked body. I saw my Sig on the dresser and grabbed it, pointing it at Henry’s head.

“Elaina...Elaina, love, please put the gun down. It’s me. Henry,” he pleaded with me, quietly.

“I can’t,” I whispered.

“Love, can you tell me what’s wrong?”

I swallowed hard. “You were one of them,” I whispered in a shaky voice.

“I was who?” Could he really be that dumb, or was he just lacking in the common sense department?

“Them! The undeads!” I shouted.

“Shhh! Quiet down!” He whispered through his teeth. “It was just a nightmare, love. I’m as normal as can be.” He started to get out of the bed.

“Stop.”

He held his hands up. “Okay, love. Okay. What do you want me to do?”

“Prove to me you are real.” My arm started to shake from the weight of the cool, heavy steel in my hand.

“I’m real. Right here, right now. I don’t know how you want me to prove it to you. Tell me how.”

“Get up slowly.” He did as he was told. He stood before me, naked, completely vulnerable, still with his hands raised in front of his chest, while I continued to aim the Sig at his head.

“I’m here. Now, what do you need me to do?” He swallowed hard.

“Show me your eyes.”

“Okay.” He looked around the moonlit room. “There’s a flashlight over on the night stand. Is it all right if I get it?” I nodded, still aiming the Sig at him, following him as he moved about. He picked it up and turned it on. The light was dim, but it was functioning enough. He walked over to me and shined the light toward his eyes.

They were gray, but not the gray, glazed eyes of the boy. I felt relief run through my body. I lowered the Sig to my side.

“Here.” He held out his hand. “Give me the gun,” he demanded with a gentle voice. I handed it to him, and he set it back down on the dresser. I stood in front of him, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry.” I looked down at my feet.

“What happened?” He escorted me back to the bed.

“I had a nightmare. You were you, but you were partially them.” My voice was shaky. “Your eyes were glazed over like the undead boy’s.” He pulled me close to him and held me, his cool, naked body pressed against mine.

“It’s all right, love. It was just a dream,” he whispered over and over again, while he cradled me in his arms. He kissed the top of my head.

“I was so scared.” We sat in silence for a few minutes.

“Love, let’s not think about it anymore tonight. It scared you too much. Let’s try to get some more rest.” He pulled the blanket up and helped me get comfortable. “I’ll stay awake until you fall asleep.”

For some reason, that made me feel better. I felt like he was protecting me. I drifted off again, hoping that I didn’t have another nightmare.