Sarah
I can't move.
I'm awake, but my eyes are still closed. I try to turn to my side and roll off the bed like I usefully do, but I can't do it this time.
Why can't I?
A weight presses down on me. It's not just my body that feels trapped. Something is physically keeping me still. Panic sparks in my chest, and I force my eyes open, blinking into the faint glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains.
That's when I see him.
Matthew.
His arm is draped over me, his grip firm, locking me in place. His body is close, and his warmth seeps into my skin. I can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against me, his breath tickling my cheek.
Why is he holding me like this? The last time I checked, he was at the edge of the bed to avoid touching me.
"Matthew," I whisper, my voice shaky, barely audible.
He doesn't respond. His breathing remains deep and even, his face peaceful in the dim light.
I close my eyes, trying to steady my breathing, but my heart pounds relentlessly.
