Tom
was about to wake his mate once more, when his eyes fell
onto Alex's hand. The fist clenched surreptitiously, as
if readying itself to fight off some unknown enemy of another
nightmare dimension.
He
instinctively reached out to still the hand by placing his
own on top of the other's. The reaction was instantaneous.
Alex took hold of his hand, then relaxed into position,
leaving their fingers entwined.
Not
letting go.
Not
that Tom wanted him to.
Alex
was silent now, took in a deep shuddering breath, before
his face smoothed out, and he returned to sleep. No more
nightmares. No one from the past to tear his soul apart.
Tom
swallowed hard. He closed his eyes too tightly before opening
them up again. Guarding the sleeping man, and watching him
in the darkness, he murmured. "Shit, Alex, I never
meant to fall in love with you."
Her
Majesty's Men
