Clutching his shoulders, Jane barely managed to restrain the sob that threatened to wrench itself out of her. It was the most ridiculous thing – to be so terrified, so troubled by something innocuous and harmless as a mere dream! But she’d woken so startled, and found herself surrounded by the unfamiliar, racing through halls she’d barely memorized in chase of someone her mind was convinced had never been there at all.
It would be a wonder if they didn’t come out of this with bruises, for the force in which she collided with him, and how tightly she held on to convince herself he was real, and she hadn’t lost him all over again.
“Oh this is dreadful,” She muttered, face still pressed into his shoulder, “I must look a fool, crashing in here like this!” But she knew he understood. The ease with which he guarded her told her as much.
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