127. Nightmare
Love, Sweet LoveWord count: 147
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Jackson woke up with a loud gasp and his breath caught in his throat. Never had he ever experienced such fear, he never thought feeling such immense panic due to a dream was possibly.
He slowly laid down again, regaining his breath, heartbeat going back to its normal speed. He wrapped his arm around Mark's thin waist, pulling the older closer. The dream, or nightmare, still haunted him even though he was awake and could see and feel the older next to him.
In his nightmare, Mark had been kidnapped and Jackson would hear Mark call his name but Jackson was unable to reach the American, no matter what he did. Feeling Mark pressed up against him was a huge comfort.
"Jackson?"
"Sorry, I had a nightmare."
Mark kissed his collarbone before resting his head at the same spot, inhaling Jackson's masculine scent.
"Go back to sleep."
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