Eden's Pov
He's whimpering, a soft, distressed sound that cuts right through my sleep. I quickly sit up, turn on the bedside lamp with a sharp clap, and get a good look at his face. He's twisting on the bed, his brows deeply creased, trapped in whatever horror his mind is showing him.
"Please don't... don't leave me here," he whispers, and a single tear rolls down his cheek.
I can feel my heart shatter into a million pieces. I cup his face in my hands, my thumbs stroking his jawline, and lean down to kiss his forehead and damp cheeks gently.
"I'm here, I'm right here, baby. Please wake up," I whisper, my voice soft but urgent.
He hasn't had a nightmare like this in a few days. We both stayed home all day yesterday because of my hangover, mostly just talking, napping, and watching silly movies. I feel like we've had more of a honeymoon phase than an actual marriage lately. Today, he finally went for his magazine shoot.
