Stay The Night 2

My brows furrow, what I didn't account for are my nightmares. I turn to look at him.

He knows about them, though. Last time he was so bothered that he banged on my door to scold me.

"What?" His voice is soft, and for a moment I'm trapped in just how unbothered he looks at the moment.

"What did you and your dad argue about?" I ask into the quiet night. His hand curls into a fist, and I resist the urge to scoot away.

"Some business dinner with his colleague," he mutters, the bitterness in his tone is obvious.

"Sounds important," I whisper, keeping cautious. If this conversation drives him away, back to his house, I'll be upset with myself. Sure, it's strange to have him here, but for once, it feels nice to not be alone with my inner thoughts.

"It was." He turns his gaze to me, and I almost fall off the bed. His hand shoots out and wraps around my waist, keeping me from toppling over.

"Maybe you should've gone?" I shrug. My fingers twitch as I resist the urge to put my hand on his