His Body Twisting

His body twisting. I couldn't bear it.

"James." Because Ellie had nightmares sometimes, I knew better than to touch a man in the throes of one. Instead, I knelt on my side of the bed and called his name. "James, wake up."

Stilling abruptly, he fell to his back, tense and expectant. His chest heaved with panting breaths. His cock was hard and lay heavily along his belly.

I spoke firmly, although my heart was breaking. "James. You're dreaming. Come back to me."

He deflated into the mattress. "Emmy…?"

"I'm here." Shifting, I moved out of the way of the moonlight but saw no luminous glitter that would tell me his eyes were open. "Are you awake?"

His breathing began to slow, but he didn't speak. His hands were fisted in the bottom sheet. I pulled the shirt I was wearing over my head and dropped it on the bed.