The Nightmare

OSCAR POV

Penny sleeps peacefully in the room where we've been staying for the past two days.

After falling asleep the other night, I couldn't remember my dreams; a sensation of tranquility came over me that I couldn't explain.

Finally, feeling her in my arms was intoxicating; I got lost in the slow rhythm of her breathing, in how calm her face looked while she finally got rest after so many days.

Her eyelashes cast shadows on her cheekbones due to their length, and her hand clutched Raymond's shirt while the other clung tightly to my chest.

I got lost in how she seemed when something disturbed her in her dreams; she clung more to our bodies, erasing any space between us.

And she was damn terrified.

I've never experienced anything like what Penny made me feel; I knew we had a sick desire for possession, and the idea killed me.

Thinking about her with someone else, the idea of other hands touching her, kissing her, listening to those delicious sounds she made when she was in the