Chapter Eleven

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We have both taken up our usual spot on the office couch, mine against the side and his in the middle with my legs resting above his. He usually had one hand holding a book, and another gently massaging my toes. I would sneak little glances at him between pages and notice all his faces he would make at his book.

Sometimes his brow would furrow, and I could tell he was not exactly happy at what was happening in his book. Sometimes his lips would have a slight curl to them, knowing that whatever was happening, made him even the slightest bit happy. I could see the bags resting underneath his eyes, and that made my heart want to reach out for him.

Ever since I had gotten my own room, his nightmares seemed only to get worse, until I would creep into his room and hold him. So far, this was every night occurrence, so I had just decided it was easier for me to stay in his room. I know I should not be so concerned, especially with someone who had ki