Cabin Glow: A New Adult and College Romance (The Billionaire Romance Redemption Series Book 3) by Bella Love-Wins
Authors: Bella Love-Wins
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whispered.
“That’s perfect,” he replied. And, truly, he meant it. She was perfect for him, if only he could keep it together.
***
Abby looked up at the ceiling. It was the middle of the night. She wasn’t sure what had awoken her, but now, she couldn’t go back to sleep. Her body was relaxed, but her mind was restless. She thought of getting up. Andrew looked so restful beside her. She decided to stay put. She didn’t want to rouse him.
Her mind drifted to her placement. It would start on Monday. Her schedule would be tight for the next two semesters. Two twelve-hour day shifts at her university’s Medical center would take her well-paced week to one that would be hectic and inflexible. She didn’t mind it at all. In fact, she looked forward to it. It meant she was that much closer to graduating, getting into the full time workforce, and able to do one of the two things she loved—face to face oncology patient care. She couldn’t wait.
Having Andrew in her life didn’t change any of it—not the way she saw it. The only unknown was where she would settle as they got more serious, and where she would have a more permanent work arrangement. She could continue direct patient care, or work at one of the oncology research hospitals. Before Andrew, she had been looking primarily at San Francisco hospitals, and at the only hospital in Reno where the work would be challenging enough. Now, there were more unknowns, but that also meant more possibilities.
Abby felt Andrew stir beside her and turned toward him. Worry crept up her face. He was asleep, but beads of sweat covered his face. His fists were in tight balls beside him, stuffed full with the bedsheets. His head turned from side to side as though looking for something in his dream. But this couldn’t just be a dream. It had to be a nightmare. His face was distraught. She thought to wake him, but while she debated whether to let it pass or not, he let out a wail, and called out a name.
“Emma!” he shouted a second time. Yes. It was definitely Emma she had heard the first time. She touched his shoulder and he sprang upright.
“Andrew? Are you okay?”
His breathing was fast. The expression on his face as he looked around transitioned from fear, to disorientation, to what she could only describe as sheer horror.
“It’s me, Andrew. It’s Abby. You were dreaming.”
She sat up and handed him one of the bottled waters on her night table. He took it, still looking terrified. She went to the bathroom and brought a towel back to bed.
“Was that a nightmare?” She asked, handing the towel to him.
He nodded.
“Are you okay now?”
He nodded again. He looked at her shyly, not quite meeting her eyes. “Did I talk while I was dreaming?”
“Not really. You were mostly groaning, and then you shouted.”
“What did I say?”
“Just a name.”
“What name?”
“Emma.”
He stiffened up and practically jumped out of bed. “I’m sorry. Excuse me,” he said, rushing into the bathroom. He spent a long time in there before he came out. He walked to his closet and found a robe to wear.
“Do you have nightmares a lot?” she asked, looking over at him. He seemed so…fragile.
“Not often these days.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Probably another time.” He tightened the robe around his waist. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Want some company?”
“I just need a minute.”
“Okay.” Just as she guessed, he didn’t come back to bed for the rest of the night.
Chapter Thirteen
ANDREW could watch her for hours. After their run, which Abby was beginning to enjoy with him, they did some stretches in the weight room. Well, Abby did stretches. He just lifted his arms above his head and enjoyed the view. Watching her was becoming a hobby of his. She was so free spirited. It was liberating to see her in action.
Given she had seen him during and after a nightmare, and didn’t run for the hills the next day, Andrew
“That’s perfect,” he replied. And, truly, he meant it. She was perfect for him, if only he could keep it together.
***
Abby looked up at the ceiling. It was the middle of the night. She wasn’t sure what had awoken her, but now, she couldn’t go back to sleep. Her body was relaxed, but her mind was restless. She thought of getting up. Andrew looked so restful beside her. She decided to stay put. She didn’t want to rouse him.
Her mind drifted to her placement. It would start on Monday. Her schedule would be tight for the next two semesters. Two twelve-hour day shifts at her university’s Medical center would take her well-paced week to one that would be hectic and inflexible. She didn’t mind it at all. In fact, she looked forward to it. It meant she was that much closer to graduating, getting into the full time workforce, and able to do one of the two things she loved—face to face oncology patient care. She couldn’t wait.
Having Andrew in her life didn’t change any of it—not the way she saw it. The only unknown was where she would settle as they got more serious, and where she would have a more permanent work arrangement. She could continue direct patient care, or work at one of the oncology research hospitals. Before Andrew, she had been looking primarily at San Francisco hospitals, and at the only hospital in Reno where the work would be challenging enough. Now, there were more unknowns, but that also meant more possibilities.
Abby felt Andrew stir beside her and turned toward him. Worry crept up her face. He was asleep, but beads of sweat covered his face. His fists were in tight balls beside him, stuffed full with the bedsheets. His head turned from side to side as though looking for something in his dream. But this couldn’t just be a dream. It had to be a nightmare. His face was distraught. She thought to wake him, but while she debated whether to let it pass or not, he let out a wail, and called out a name.
“Emma!” he shouted a second time. Yes. It was definitely Emma she had heard the first time. She touched his shoulder and he sprang upright.
“Andrew? Are you okay?”
His breathing was fast. The expression on his face as he looked around transitioned from fear, to disorientation, to what she could only describe as sheer horror.
“It’s me, Andrew. It’s Abby. You were dreaming.”
She sat up and handed him one of the bottled waters on her night table. He took it, still looking terrified. She went to the bathroom and brought a towel back to bed.
“Was that a nightmare?” She asked, handing the towel to him.
He nodded.
“Are you okay now?”
He nodded again. He looked at her shyly, not quite meeting her eyes. “Did I talk while I was dreaming?”
“Not really. You were mostly groaning, and then you shouted.”
“What did I say?”
“Just a name.”
“What name?”
“Emma.”
He stiffened up and practically jumped out of bed. “I’m sorry. Excuse me,” he said, rushing into the bathroom. He spent a long time in there before he came out. He walked to his closet and found a robe to wear.
“Do you have nightmares a lot?” she asked, looking over at him. He seemed so…fragile.
“Not often these days.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Probably another time.” He tightened the robe around his waist. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Want some company?”
“I just need a minute.”
“Okay.” Just as she guessed, he didn’t come back to bed for the rest of the night.
Chapter Thirteen
ANDREW could watch her for hours. After their run, which Abby was beginning to enjoy with him, they did some stretches in the weight room. Well, Abby did stretches. He just lifted his arms above his head and enjoyed the view. Watching her was becoming a hobby of his. She was so free spirited. It was liberating to see her in action.
Given she had seen him during and after a nightmare, and didn’t run for the hills the next day, Andrew
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