Mirage’s P.O.V
I sprang up into a sitting position, covered in sweat and my mind swimming in panic, that was until I saw Alex’s green eyes groggy with sleep, as he too sat up in bed next to me.
“Mirage?” He squinted his eyes, rubbing at his face with his hands. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
“Alex!” Getting out of the covers, I straddled his hips and wrapping an arm around his neck, crashed my lips onto his.
A groan escaped his lips as his hand came up behind me to support my head as my kiss got feverent, desperate. I was afraid that it was going to make him weary, but it didn’t take long before he returned the kiss with just as much desperation, his free arm wrapping around my waist to pull me even closer to him.