A bright ray of sunlight hits my eyes making me squint even though my eyes are closed. I move away from the light and slowly open my eyes. When I do I feel confused for a second.

This is not my room.

And when I turn my head to the right and I see Seth beside me I know I'm not in my room. My heart starts speeding up as I look at Seth peacefully sleep.

"Are you better now?" Seth asks. I nod my head slowly feeling embarrassed for sobbing all over him. Not to mention I woke him up.

"Can you tell me what's wrong now?" He asks quietly. "I had a bad dream." I whisper remembering the terrible nightmare.

"It's okay. We all have bad dreams every once in a while." He says putting my hair behind my ear. "But this one felt so real. And it was so scary and it felt like it was true. I thought I was never going to wake up."

My chest starts tightening again and I feel like I'm going to start crying. "No, no, don't cry anymore. I hate to see you cry. It's okay. Try not to thinking about it."

He hugs me again and kisses the top of my head. "I will try." I answer quietly. He pulls away and looks down at me.

"Do you want to sleep with me?" He must've seen my face expression because he quickly adds, "Nothing is going to happen. I was just asking so I can stay up until you fall asleep."

I nod my head slowly and he grabs my hand walking towards his room. As soon as he steps in the lights turn on automatically.

His bed is big enough for six people. The covers are a dark wine red that match the curtains. Everything looks neat and clean.

He pulls the red blanket and lets me lay down. He tucks me in and I watch as he walks around and lays beside me. The blanket is silky and soft. The bed itself feels like heaven and it's probably because Seth is laying beside me.

He turns to look at me and I feel so small and intimidated. "Are you comfy enough?" He asks. I nod my head timidly. The simple fact of being here beside Seth makes me jittery.

He claps his hands and the lights go out all of the sudden. My eyes are still wide open as I stare at the moonlight outside the window.

"Nicole you're supposed to try to sleep." Seth says suddenly. How does he know my eyes are opened?

"Can... can you hug me?" I whisper. Seth doesn't respond instead he scoots closer to me. He wraps his arms around me as I lay on his chest.

His body heat makes me warm and makes me feel safe. I slowly close my eyes and feel myself relax in the darkness and silence.

My face is on fire simply by looking at him. It feels so surreal to be in a bed with him. Especially because nothing happened.

He didn't try to get in my pants like every other guy. Instead he wrapped his arms around me and let me fall asleep on him.

I stare at him admiring every feature of his face. The way his chest rises every time he breathes, the way small noises escape his mouth every once in a while... it's amazing to watch.

Seth looks so beautiful sleeping that I wish I could watch him everyday. He suddenly moves and slowly opens his eyes.

I quickly look away feeling embarrassed because he caught me looking. "Good morning, Nicole." He says sitting up.

He stretches and yawns. My eyes can't help but to look at his bare chest and flexing muscles. "Good morning, Seth." I reply with a blushed face.

"How did you sleep?" He asks rubbing his eyes. "Good. How about you?" I ask glancing at him every once in a while. "Amazing." He says with a smile.

This only makes me blush more. "Are you okay?" He asks suddenly. I look at him and he's not smiling anymore.

"I'm okay when I'm with you." I say. He slowly caresses my cheek, "I'm glad." He says softly. "I'm scared to dream of him again." I blurt out without thinking.

"About who?" He asks as he stops touching my cheek. He's looking at me closely and very intensely. I wish I hadn't said that because now he wants to know. And I don't want him to think I'm a creep or a loser for what happened.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He adds. I bite the inside of my cheek as I look down at the bed sheets.

"It's about a boy who had a big impact on my life." I quietly mumble. "Oh." Seth responds. "Yeah. It's a long tragic story."

Seth doesn't say anything. Instead he looks out the window. "He gave me panic attacks and I thought it was love."

Seth slowly turns to look at me. His expression suddenly softens. I look away remembering lots of phrases and events that I want to forget.

"It's okay. You don't have to talk about it. I don't want you to get hurt. It's okay." He kisses my forehead and rests his head on top of mine.

"Thank you." I whisper. All of the sudden I feel like crying. And it's not because I'm hurt or because I'm scared.

It's because I have never met a man who's been so sweet and caring to me. This is something that's totally new to me.

I'm wondering why it's so hard for me to tell him how I really feel. I want to scream to him how much he's changed my life.

I want to scream at him and let him know how he is slowly taking away my pain. I want to scream at him and tell him what an amazing human he is. I want to scream at him and tell him how much he means to me.

But all I can do is lay my head against his beating heart and scream in my mind.