““Juliette-Julietter, love, wake up-wake up" ... Warner's hands cup my face. The warmth of his skin helps calm me somehow, and I finally feel my heart rate begin to slow. "Look at me." he says. I force myself to meet his eyes, shaking as I catch my breath. "It's okay," he whispers, still holding my cheeks. "It was just a bad dream. Try closing your mouth," he says, "and breathing through your nose." He nods. "There you go. Easy. You're okay." His voice is so soft, so melodic, so inexplicably tender. ... "I won't let you go until you are ready," he tells me. "Don't worry take your time.””
