The first time I met you

Eleanor clung on to Henry as he held her, his soothing words slowly bringing her back to the present. It was just a dream. Just a dream. Her heart rate eventually calmed and she could take in steady breaths. When her body stopped trembling, Henry pulled back and looked into her face. “Are you okay now?” She nodded, looking into his dark eyes. With the effect of the nightmare gone, her brain was now fully registering their current position. Henry’s arms were around her body, his bare chest pressed against her. He was shirtless, and she was wearing a nightdress she had found in the closet. Her body warmed up in reaction to his proximity, and her eyes skimmed over him, taking in his muscular physique. He had well-defined muscles, and against her, he felt all masculine. She had gotten a peek earlier when he changed at the car after they got away from Blackstorm, but this was way different. “What did you dream about?” he asked, lifting his hand to her face. He pushed back some strands of ha