Sunlight streamed in through the blinds on my window, painting my room in a warm glow.

I stretched my body only to find I wasn't alone.

"Good Morning Sunshine" he murmured against the top of my head. I pecked his bare chest with a kiss as I regained consciousness. Running a hand across his chest I propped myself up on an elbow so I could look at him.

"You're still here?" I questioned. Grinning at him as I remembered the events of the past few hours.
He nodded. "And no night terrors?"
"No night terrors."
He took one of my hands in his, "In all seriousness, this night, here with you, it's the first time I've slept through the night in a long time. Maybe 3 years."

There was more to this goofy guy I was dating. I was starting to see a darkness I hadn't noticed before.

"Maybe I have the magic touch." I joked, "Either way, I say we celebrate. Do you have anything planned for today?"
"Nahh it's Saturday, I am totally open."
"Oh so you don't have an early class?" I teased him about his lame excuse last night.
He playfully rolled us over so his body was directly over mine, pinning me down with his weight. I raked a hand through his hair and raised my head to give him a chaste kiss on the lips.
Dropping my head back to the mattress I said. "I think I kinda like you Stiles."
"Oh really?" he asked .

He put his mouth next to my ear and whispered "I'm glad because I really like you."
He grabbed my ear lobe in his teeth and pushed his hips against mine.

Over the next few weeks we started spending the night together more and more frequently. Stiles was elated to find my company seemed to keep away the night terrors. So much so that he started coming over just to sleep if he'd had a particularly rough day.

"Stiles... Stiles do you feel that?" I asked into the darkness. No answer. The bed was shaking.

We'd opted to spend the night at his place after an evening of pizza and TV with his roommate, Scott. While I slept, Stiles had slid to the other side of his queen sized bed and was convulsing pretty strongly in his sleep.

Well this is unexpected. I sat up and waited, knowing this were about to escalate.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" wailed Stiles. Then the wailing broke into sobbing.
Not quite sure what to do, I waited for a few long minutes. Would he snap out of his or wake up on his own?

No, I guess not. Here goes nothing.
I mustered all my strength and put my hands on his shoulders to try and stabilize his convulsing frame. He'd screamed himself awake and was gasping for both air and awareness under my hands.
"Stiles. Look at me. Hey, Hey, look at me. You're ok." I said stoking his face, wanting him to feel my presence.

He looked me in the eye. I could see that he was coming back. Relieved, I smiled down at him. "I am right here and everything is ok."

He sat up and threw his arms around me, holding me close and breathing into my hair. Slowly his breathing returned to normal and we laid back against the pillows.

"I am so sorry," he said, "You didn't need to see that."
"Don't apologize. I understand."
"How long was I screaming?"
"Just about 2 minuets." I told him.
"Really? Usually it's more like 10. I've never come down so fast, or recovered so fast actually."

Not sure what to say, I ghosted my fingers along the skin of his chest and the arm that wasn't around me.

"Maybe it's you. Maybe you helped pull me back when you touched me."

He leaned down and kissed me, gentle and full of feeling, and then with more purpose and intention. He kissed his way to my ear and then down my neck.

"I want you. I want to feel something real." He breathed against my chest.

I understood.