A high-pitched shriek pierced the silence of the house as a syringe would poke into flesh, startling Wyatt enough that his heart immediately picked up. He might have immediately reached for the doorknob and tried to bust it open, but he heard her shuffle around inside her room towards the door. It might have just been a nightmare. He had seen a few of those before, not many, but a few. And there was no denying that Dal was a screamer when she was afraid. The door was yanked open and there stood a sweaty, scared Dallas, who shrieked again when she noticed someone in front of the door and stumbled backwards, before she gasped in a breath and stared at him. “Wyatt! Don’t do that!” she said, putting her face in her hands. The next few moments seemed longer than they were, and quieter as well even though both their breathing was a bit heavy. She let her hands drop to her sides and looked at him, trouble flickering in her expression. She had her brows pulled together and a slight frown tugging at the corners of her lips, making her look especially upset. He reached forward and pulled her into his arms automatically, knowing full well that it was the best thing to do when she didn’t seem like she was in the mood to talk. He rested his chin on her shoulder, rubbing her back as he often did and making sure she was snugly pressed against his chest. “You’ll never guess what I just did,” Wyatt mumbled after a while, laughing sheepishly. Forget not telling her. He desperately needed a subject change and he didn’t think she’d be too interested in ones and zeros. “I was goofing off on Facebook and accidentally sent Victoria a fantasy break up message.” He leaned back and looked at her, putting on a smile. He wanted to see hers. “You should have seen her, Dal. She blew up.” He shrugged lightly, pulling back and stuffing his hands in his pockets despite not wanting to let her go. He didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. Wyatt took Dallas’s hand and pulled her behind him as he led her down the stairs and into the kitchen that was still dimly lit by the light above the stove, like in his old house, and he pulled out a barstool for her to take a seat as he started shuffling around the kitchen cabinets. After a bit, he turned to her, leaning on the island in front of her. “You want to go to the store with me? Midnight run, like back then.” He grinned, reaching forward and tapping her chin. “There’s no hot chocolate, and I’m pretty sure there are no good movies either.” He didn’t wait for her answer, jogging into the living room and grabbing her sneakers, his, and both their water-proof jackets and making his way back to her. He set the shoes at her feet and the jacket on the island in front of her as he slid on his own things, watching her as she slowly picked up her shoes and started to slip them on. He grinned in triumph, pulling her up as soon as she got it all on and practically yanking her out the door. He was nearly pushing her through the door into the rain and towards his truck, helping her into it and getting on his side. He started it and sat for a moment, looking at her and gesturing towards the wheel. “Would you like to drive?” he asked raising his brows. He figured she might want to, and it would give her something to get her mind off of whatever she had been dreaming about. He wanted to ask her but he knew it wasn’t a good idea, and he might be able to pry it from her later on.
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