Hero book 3 - the Battle: Military Romance
“Part of it was the room itself, but I knew more of it was her. Being near her. Seeing her. The scent of her shampoo and soap.
Holding her in my arms.
The armchair was comfortable, but the adrenaline that had flooded my body the moment I'd heard her scream was still there. I wouldn't be falling asleep any time soon. Instead, I sat, watching Leighton's form shudder under her thick duvet.
I knew those shivers had nothing to do with temperature, but were, rather, the body's attempt to shake off memories so vivid they hurt. The intense chemical reaction of a person who survived. It was shock, essentially. Her dream had brought it all back, and it would have to play through.
I wanted to go to her, wrap her in my arms, soothe the shaking. I wanted to tell her how brave she was, how proud I was of her for how well she was doing. I wanted to tell her that it was okay to let go now because I was there for her.
Except I couldn't do any of that.
So I stayed in my corner and tried not to think about her.
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