"Darius, please. You're hurting me." He opened his eyes at once. "Nicole?" She lay draped across his chest, her face angled up to his, her dark braid curling beneath her chin. A ragged breath escaped him. She was the most beautiful sight he'd ever beheld. Until she winced, and he realized he was holding her tight enough to crack her ribs. He released her immediately. She wiggled against him as she struggled to sit up, finally bracing a hand upon his chest to lever herself upward. His pulse reacted to her touch, and he had to close his eyes to keep from clutching her to himself again. The haze of sleep was clearing, but his control hadn't yet been fully restored. A small groan vibrated in his throat. Cool fingers stroked his brow, his face, his hair. "Darius, it's all right. It was just a dream. I'm here, now. Safe. We're both safe." He opened his eyes and turned his face toward her voice. She had slid from atop him but knelt by the side of the sofa near his head. His gaze roamed her face, her shoulders, the area around her ribs. "Did I hurt you?" She shook her head, and he expelled a heavy breath in relief."