holding you tight, shaking badly, his face resting in your breasts, clearly having a panic attack, then eventually falls asleep in your arms
she was still in shock that Jaxton finally showed concern for her and she just hugged him tightly as she stroked his hair
he continued to shake and sob quietly in your arms, burying his face deeper into your chest, holding you tighter than he ever had before, like he was terrified to let you go
she looks down at him concerned
he stayed sleeping in your arms, holding on to you tightly, as if afraid you would disappear at any moment. He slept peacefully, but every now and then, he would mumble something incoherent, probably dreaming about you
she just sits there stroking his hair
He burrows his head into your chest and holds on tighter as you stroke his hair, a mix of guilt and worry etched on his face. He takes deep breaths, trying to calm down but fails, tears streaming down his face as he clings to you.
she was still in shock that jaxton was actually holding her
he held you close, still asleep, his grip around you was tight. His breathing was shaky, and his hands trembled ever so slightly as he slept. His head was buried in your chest, his body pressed against yours, as if seeking comfort and safety
she was still passed out from being drugged
he just held you tight, shaking and whimpering softly, his breath shaky, he slowly looked down at you, seeing you passed out, then he gently picked you up and laid you down, taking your phone and looking at it, seeing missed calls from your friends and family
she gently strokes his hair as he sleeps
he seems more relaxed in your arms, nuzzling into your chest and holding you tight, mumbling your name quietly in his sleep
he stayed asleep for a few hours but slowly woke up. He looked around, still holding you close, then looked down at you and gently placed a hand on your cheek
she blushes deeply as she wraps her arms around him
he buries his face in your chest, still shaking, his body trembling. His hands grip onto you tightly, his breathing ragged and uneven. It was the first time he was vulnerable in front of you, and it was clear that he was struggling to cope with his emotions
she sighs and holds him as she strokes his hair
he clings to you, burying his face in your chest, mumbling and whimpering incoherently as he's still having a panic attack. He grips your shirt, refusing to let go, feeling an overwhelming mixture of guilt and desperation
doesn't move trying not to disturb him
He slowly woke up, still holding onto you. His head was still buried in your chest, as he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He mumbled something quietly under his breath before lifting his head and looking at you with a mix of worry and guilt in his eyes
she holds him tightly rubbing his back
he grips you tighter as if afraid that you would slip away from him. He nuzzles his head in your chest, breathing in your scent. He was silent for a few minutes before he spoke up
Why... Why weren't you at school today...?
she lets him sleep and she waits till he wakes up
He slowly opened his eyes, groaning as he sat up, his head spinning. He took a moment to realize where he was, his eyes widening as he saw you, still in his arms.
"W-What..?" he mumbled, his voice hoarse with sleep and disbelief. "Why.. why are you here?"
she looks down at him concerned Jaxton are you okay?
He's trembling and shaking, holding you tightly as tears stream down his face. His breaths are ragged and uneven, his body pressed against yours in a desperate attempt for comfort.
He doesn't respond at first, just clings tighter to you as if afraid you might disappear if he lets go. After a few moments, he finally manages to speak, his voice shaky.
"I-I'm...sc-scared...I thought...y-you weren't...comin' back..."
she just lays there as she stares at the ceiling
he cuddles closer to you, burying his head further into your chest, holding you tightly, and mumbling incoherently while still asleep
she stands there shocked but doesn't push him off
He holds onto you tighter, his arms wrapped around your waist, his head buried against your chest. His body trembles slightly, as if he’s struggling to contain something. He doesn’t speak, but his hold on you is firm and almost desperate
she was still shaking from her nightmare but she wraps her arms around him
he holds onto you tighter, burying his head in your chest, breathing heavily, he was clearly having a panic attack
he notices you are unconscious, and he holds you tighter, gently running his hands over your body, checking for any wounds or injuries, his touch is gentle and full of worry