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your body! And still, they ignored him. Even as Connor ran full speed down the pier, they simply
     stood and began walking hand in hand toward him, seemingly oblivious to the fury on
     his face as he closed the gap in less than three seconds. He swung at Fin's head and
     pivoted wildly as his fist met with nothing but air. Fin wrapped his arm around Riley's
     waist as they passed, tucking his fingers down inside her shorts while she giggled.
    Connor felt nothing but rage as he swung at Fin's head, again and again and again.
     Missing every time. As Fin and Riley walked away he followed just behind them, punching,
     swinging, kicking and cursing but nothing happened. It was as if Connor wasn't there
     at all. By the time they reached the trail, he was exhausted. All he could do was
     watch as Fin pulled Riley into his arms and kissed her neck, her jaw, her mouth. As
     Fin's hand roamed over the front of Riley's shirt Connor snapped. He lunged himself
     forward but instead of slamming into Fin he went right through him, and ended up flat
     on his face in the dirt.
    Their feet moved by his head as he rolled onto his side, crying out for Riley. Screaming
     at Fin's back as they walked up the steps of Fin's cabin. She's mine…mine! The dust from the trail stuck to his face as tears flowed down his cheeks. Watching
     her walk away from him in the arms of another man tore his heart into pieces. It broke
     him completely. Riley. Please don't leave me…Riley…
     
    ***
     
    "Connor, wake up. It's me, I'm here. Wake up."
    Right after climbing back under the covers Connor began to kick the sheets and moan
     my name in his sleep. With one hand on his chest, I used the other to push back sweaty
     clumps of dark hair off his forehead.
    "Connor," I said softly, "Please wake up, it's me, Riley."
    He bolted upright, bringing both hands to his chest and gripped my wrist so tightly
     it was almost painful. I pushed his hair back from his face again before lightly kissing
     his cheek. His entire body was slick with sweat.
    "Riley?" his stammered as he wrapped his hands around my arm, pulling it back into
     his chest.
    "Yes, I'm here. It's okay. You had a bad dream."
    My knees groaned from the pressure of sitting on my feet but I didn't dare move until
     Connor was fully awake. As he slowly blinked the sleep away, I continued to touch
     his face, soothing him as best as I could. The nightmares were getting worse for both
     of us.
    "Don't leave me," he whispered.
    "What? I'm not going anywhere," I said softly.
    "Mine. You're mine, right?"
    I hesitated long enough for Connor to notice and our eyes met in the darkness. "Yes,
     Connor. I'm yours." His face relaxed slightly before he slumped back against his pillow,
     pulling me down with him so that I rested on his bare chest.
    "Mine," he said one final time before drifting back into sleep.
    When the sun peeked over the treetops and hit our cabin with its warmth, I was still
     awake with my head on Connor's chest. I spent the first half hour of the new day staring
     at the fine, brown hair on one of his arms until he finally stirred.
    "Morning," he said gruffly.
    He stretched beneath me and I rolled off of him, onto my stomach. Three days of dark
     stubble filled the lower half of his face and down the front of his throat making
     it nearly impossible for me to focus on any coherent thought. The man oozed sex, especially first thing in the morning. I fought off my usual morning instinct of kissing every
     inch of his face and pushed myself into a sitting position next to his hip.
    "Good morning," I said softly.
    Even the way he arched his brow at me was sexy so I stared down at my hands while
     he shifted onto his side to face me.
    "What is it?" he asked as he dragged a hand through his sleep-tousled hair.
    "Do you remember your dream last night?" I chewed on my lower lip while he stared
     at me.
    "My dream?"
    "Was more like a nightmare."
    "Did I wake you?" He sat up with a grunt and trailed one of