Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story; this is a work of fiction
Unstoppable fear rippled through him, it was an uncontrollable response to their close proximity. Yet, in the not so distant past, it was only the feel of Derek's body pressed tightly against his which made him feel safe, which provided him sanctuary.
Oh god, how he yearned to go back to then, to before. Back to when it wasn't Foyet's face hovering over him or the awful tearing sensation of a slick knife blade sliding in and out of his tender flesh each time he closed his eyes. Back to when he could be naked and vulnerable in Derek's embrace and still feel whole and loved.