I shiver, the internal war of emotions getting to me, afraid that he may just go to sleep or go back to whoever he has in the next room, still angry and oozing aggression. There’s a pause in his heavy breathing, and I stop breathing as I try to listen and get any indication of who he is right now, and then he moves. He rolls back to me, and his hand comes to my face and gently strokes my cheek softly, slowly, his breath brushing over my skin.  

“Are you okay, Bella?” His voice ...