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- 1
I’ve been left alone to close the salon tonight. I hate walking out by myself. It’s right in the middle of Dallas, Texas and even though it’s not a bad part of town, one could run across the occasional psycho. I’m excited because my weekend has started and I’m going to see Korn tomorrow night. I turn off everything, set the alarm and nervously and quickly lock the door. I’m about to unlock my car when suddenly I’m punched on the edge of my jaw full force and someone grabs me from behind in a choke hold and an arm tightly around my waist.

“Don’t move, bitch!” The psycho spits his words at me. My body freezes and my mind goes into panic mode; I’m gonna fuckin’ die, I think to myself. I can’t breathe suddenly.

“Okay…what do want?”

SLAM! He punches my side. “Shut up whore!”

I go limp from the blow. I’m so angry with myself; I always thought I was prepared for something like this, that I would know what to do. Now I’m frozen stiff with fright, unable to defend myself, despite what I thought I had learned as far as self-defense. I try to use my brain and collect my thoughts when suddenly I’m forced forward, falling on top of my car. I hear yelling and I get up and turn around to see my attacker thrown to the ground by a tall man with a medium build and long, dread-locked black hair that is pulled back and he’s wearing glasses. My rescuer grabs the psycho, a thin, nasty-looking character, by his shirt tll hll him up and punches him hard in the face. I cringe as I slide down against my car, head in my knees, crying.

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I’m walking along the middle of the city. Just walking, for the sake of having some alone time, something that I don’t get much of. I’m minding my own as I make my way down a fairly quiet street. I think I hear something and look up to investigate. I see a girl fall back from being punched and then grabbed from behind. I hear the pathetic fucking excuse of a man mumble something and I run full force toward him without hesitation. I won’t see a woman get attacked and do nothing. I grab the fucker by the neck and force him down. The girl goes forward into a car, face first. I feel bad, but I’ve got to get this asshole away from her…I grab his nasty shirt and punch him with all my weight. He stumbles backward and I grab him again.

“Get the fuck out of here…NOW!!!”

The little shit takes off running. I turn to attend to the girl. She’s sitting on the concrete, next to the car, scared to death.

“Are you okay?” Stupid fucking question, Jonathan, I think to myself. She jumps and backs away, turning her back to me.

“I won’t hurt you, I wanna help!” I say quickly.

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The man that knocked the shit out of my attacker firmly puts both his hands on my biceps. I scream and try to run.

“It’s okay; it’s okay, shhhh…”

I turn to look at the man who saved me from who knows what. I start to calm down from my panic, my heart racing and my limbs like Jell-O. I’m still crying and starting to hyperventilate.

“Honey, bre, ie, it’s okay…I SWEAR I just want to help. I’m NOT going to hurt you.”

I start to breathe in a more normal fashion, tears staining my face with mascara and eyeliner. I look up and see a very familiar face; one that makes up ninety-five percent of my pictures file on my computer. Jonathan Houseman Davis in the flesh. I start to think I’m seeing things…or dreaming…whatever, this wouldn’t really happen. No way; I’ve been knocked out or something. I give him a strange look, sort of a “what the fuck” look.

“What’s that face for?” He asks, searching my eyes, smiling.

“I’m sorry, I thought you looked familiar.” I wipe the tears from my face.

“Like who?” He brushes a lock of my hair out of my eye.

I snort out a sarcastic laugh, “Jonathan Davis, you know, Korn? You look like him, a lot actually!”

“Could that be because that’s who I am?”

“Whatever…HUH? No fucking way!” I realize it IS him! “How?”

“I was just walking along. Enough about me…are you okay?”

“No, I’m shook up, to say the least,” I start to cry a little more, still shaking.

“I’m sorry I made you fall, but I had to get him off you.”

“It’s okayI snI sniff and breathe a deep breath, finally, “thank you,” I manage to say.

“No need to thank me, I did what any real man should do.”

“Still, though, thanks…I need to get home.”

“Um…no. You need to come with me and do something about that bruise you’re going to have on your head…and other possible injuries.”

“My car, though…”

“I’ll drive, because you really don’t need to; we’ll go to a hospital.”

“No…please.”

He sighs reluctantly as he toys with one of his dreads, with an uneasy look on his face.

“Okay, my room, then.”

“Okay…just for a few minutes.”

“Good, come on, keys. What’s your name sweetheart?”

“Courtney.”

“Courtney, okay. Let’s go take care of you.”

I hand him my keys and we get in the car. He knows where to go, so I don’t have to tell him. I start to fall asleep, I’m so exhausted from the emotion and I just start to drift off. Maybe from the blow to my head.

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I park the girl’s car outside the hotel. She’s asleep in the passenger’s seat. I get and open her door for her. I kneel beside her and quietly unbuckle her seat belt. She starts to wake up.

“Hey, we’re here, come on.” She’s having trouble waking up, I probably shouldn’t have let her fall asleep. I take the lead and pick her up, and kick the door shut. I carry her to the entrance.

“I’m okay, let me walk.”

I gently put her down. She slips her arm into mine. We walk in silence until we reach the room. I call room service for crushed ice. The girl is standing near the entrance, shyly.

“Come sit down, honey,” I say in my most gentle voice.

I sit on the couch and she tiredly walks over and folds herself up into the corner, as if to protect herself from something, resting her head on the back of the couch. She’s a pretty girl with short, chin-length black or dark brown hair and brown eyes that look very tired and worried right now. She has very nice, white skin. She almost looks a little like my ex-wife, in the face, with her dark hair and brown eyes. The knock at the door startles her. I go to answer it.

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“Courtney, sit up, baby girl,” Jonathan says gently. I put my knees down and pick my head up. It feels like it weighs a hundred pounds.

Jonathan sits next to me and gently places the rag full of ice on my forehead, where I had hit it on my car. His other arm is protectively around my shoulders.

“How bad does it look?”

“It’s pretty red, and swollen. It might bruise, I don’t know.”

“Damn it, that bastard son of a bitch!”

“I’m sorry…” he pats my side and I feel the place where I was hit in the ribs.

“Ow!” The surprise of the pain startles me.

“What happened?” He looks worried.

“I almost forgot, that motherfucker punched me in the fucking ribs,” I hiss.

“Shit, I am so sorry…”

“It’s okay.”

“May I look?”

I slowly pull up my shirt, curious myself to see what the bastard did.

“Eww! It’s already blue!”

“Oh fuck,” I say disgustedly, looking at the bottom of my rib cage. There’s a spot that’s a nice blue color under my white skin, it’s about the width of two or three knuckles. Fucker.

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Poor girl, I think. I lightly run my hand over Courtney’s side, she lets out a gasp.

“Sorry,” I whisper. “You’re going to need more ice. Hold this on your head.” Her hand replaces mine on her head as I go for another rag. I grab a handful of ice and fill the rag with it, allowing the coolness to go through. Then I realize she might be tired from all that just happened to her.

“You might be more comfortable on the bed, where you can lay back.”

I reach for her hand and help her to her feet. She kicks off her shoes that are probably killing her. I follow her to the bed and stack two oversize pillows.

She sits against them, half lying down, half sitting. I pull my shoes off too, so that they’re not on the bed, sit next to her and gently lift her shirt just above where her bruise is on her ribcage. As sit facing her, I slowly introduce the ice to her left side.

“Ow!”

“It’s okay.” She starts to cry again, very softly, just sniffing and teg upg up. I don’t know what to do. I take her pretty hand in mine and squeeze gently, to let her know I’m here to help, she squeezes back. I keep the ice on her ribs as she lowers her head, sobbing quietly. I let go of her hand and crawl over to her right side. I sit right next to her and gently wrap my arm around her shaking shoulders. I noticed she has put down the ice from her forehead.

“Are you finished with this?” She nods, still looking down. I set it down next to the bed, in an empty glass on the little table. I apply the other rag of ice on her side again. She hides her pretty, tear-stained face in my chest and cries more. I rub her head and let her cry because she needs to, to get it all out. I rest my chin on her soft, dark hair, it smells really sweet and so does she. Her body is warm against mine.

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I cry as I rest my head on Jonathan. I’m so ashamed to be crying like this in front of him and I want to stop, but I can’t. I never thought I would meet him, let alone like this. He doesn’t say anything; he just holds my head and lets me cry. Good, I think, for once someone understands a person’s need to cry. Given the situation, especially. I cry until my eyes can’t cry anymore. I pick up my head from his chest and wipe my eyes. He looks into them sweetly, with concern. He looks up at my forehead and kisses it.

“Your head probably won’t bruise.”

“Good. It doesn’t hurt anymore, either.”

He cups my chin in his hand to get a closer look, touching my aching jaw, where I was first punched. I flinch.

“What?”

“He punched my jaw.”

He looks closer. “Damn, that asshole…fucking son of a bitch.” He pulls up the rag from my ribs, which is starting to drip and get the bed a little wet.

“Your side is about as it’s going to get, it’s getting darker there.”

He puts the ice on my jaw instead, holding the back of my head. It drips down my neck and gets on my shirt. I rest my head back on the pillow.

******I reI really think I’m finished with this, I just want to rest a minute.”

“Okay.” I’m not so sure she should take it away just yet, but she certainly deserves to rest. She hands me the rag and I drop it into the bathroom sink. I go back in to sit with her. She looks about to fall asleep, her eyes half open.

“So do you feel ANY better?”

“A little, I’m still pretty shaken.”

“I know you are.”

“I’m embarrassed to meet you this way.” She doesn’t even look at me as she talks, she must be, although I can’t understand why, then I think maybe her pride is hurt.

“You shouldn’t be.”

“No, what I shouldn’t have done is walk out by myself at night.”

“Maybe so, but you DIDN’T deserve what happened to you.”

“Nevertheless, it was a dumb thing to do.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself.” I put a hand on her shoulder for reassurance, even though I know she might shrug it off, as jumpy as she is, but she doesn’t. She reaches up and puts her hand over mine; she’s still very shaky and tired. She looks down for a second and then looks up.

“I really want to wash my face,” she says tiredly.

“Okay,” I say quietly, in almost a whisper.

*******

I get up off the bed slowly and go into the brightly lit bathroom. The only soap I see is the standard hotel soap. I let the water warm up and splash lukewarm water on my face and lather it up particularly to wash away the eyeeup eup that has smudged my eyes. I look like a raccoon, I think.

While the water runs, I hear Jonathan talking, on the phone I guess. I can’t really hear what he’s saying and it’s really none of my business. I emerge from the bathroom, my face makeup free. Jonathan walks toward me. He puts his hands on my face.

“I ordered room service. You need to eat and so do I.”

“Thanks,” I say, quite caught off guard by his nice gesture and not sure what else to say. I feel guilty, why is he wasting his time with me, and his money? Sure, I got hurt and he rescued me, but he doesn’t have to do all this. I take his hands in mine and look him in the eye. “This is so sweet of you Jonathan; I really appreciate all you’re doing.”

“It’s not a big deal, you needed help.”

“I can’t thank you enough.” I wrap my arms around his waist and press my cheek against his chest. He returns the embrace and rubs my back. I look up at him, he smiles.

“I’m sorry you have to see me without makeup.” I manage a half-smile.

“I wouldn’t have known…you look fine. It makes you look younger, really.”

“Younger! I’m twenty-three!”

“You look seventeen right now.”

“Hmmm…”

“That’s a good thing.”

“Okay,” I shrug and smile, then I become more serious, “Listen, Jonathan…I can’t tell you enough how grateful I am. I never thought I would meet you this way. In case you haven’t noticed…I’m a huge fan. I love your music, you, your talent and…everything you do. I think you are the shit and your music is like therapy for me. I start to feel better about ANYTHING the second I turn it on and now here you are and this time you REALLY HAVE gotten me out some shit tonight. Thanks, again, I can’t tell you that enough.”

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I knew that she already knew who I was because when we met earlier, she said my full name. I wasn’t sure if she was a fan, but now I had no doubt. As she’s telling me this, I’m not sure what to say.

“No, thank you for tel me me that,” I guess that’s okay to say. She nods in response and it gets very quiet again for a few long seconds, then a knock at the door.

I answer the door to room service and leave a nice tip.

“Come on, girl, I want you to eat.” She follows me over to the table by the window where we have a great view of the city. She sits across from me.

“I live out there,” she points in the direction of her house. I wonder if she’s uncomfortable with me, I know she’s a faut sut she doesn’t really know me. I start to make a more conscious effort to make her feel more at ease.

“Sweetie,” I gently touch her hand and she looks at me with her sweet, sad brown eyes. Looking into them makes me realize this girl has been through some shit, not just tonight, but before, in her life. She’s tired and deserves a break and I can tell she doesn’t think she does; she thought the attack on her was her fault, she said so. “I want you to feel comfortable here. eanteant it when I said I wouldn’t hurt you. You’re more than safe here with me.”

She smiles a real smile for the first time tonight and maybe in a long time. Her pretty face lights up and her eyes sparkle with what I slowly realize are more tears. She laughs slightly as she wipes them away.

“Okay,” she whispers. I pour her a glass of water and things ease up as we eat and talk. She starts to feel better as she finishes and is not quite as jumpy as before. Now she seems tired, but more at ease also.

After both of us have finished, we’re sitting at the table talking. Suddenly she stands up from her seat and nervously comes over to me. She stands right in front of me, her legs, which look strong otherwise, are shaking. Her trembling hands reach out and she strokes my dreads like a little girl. Then she slowly moves closer to me and carefully sits herself on my right leg. She slips her arms around my neck and smiles very slightly, but sweetly, with such innocence. She looks like she’s not sure if she should be on my lap, like she’s afraid it bothers me. It doesn’t at all, it’s very nice. For the first time in a long time, this girl just wants to be acknowledged, and to be in my mere company, not just get into my pants. ut aut a reassuring hand on her long back to let her know it’s okay that she’s there. She leans forward, at first I’m not sure what she’s going to do…I’m thinking she might kiss me…so I just sit and let her do whatever. She actually just wraps on arm under mine, the other over my shoulder and pulls herself in close for a nice, long embrace. It feels so good to be hugged like that. She holds me tight, not wanting to let go. My son hugs me the same way. I wrap both my arms tightly around her little waist and let her hold me as long as she needs to. I feel a drip on my shoulder and I hear her sniffle.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.”

She pulls away and looks at me with tearful brown eyes, her eyes are some of the most beautiful ones I’ve seen. A tiny tear spills over I c I catch it gently with my thumb and run my hand through her short, dark hair that nicely frames her pretty, sad face.

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I let Jonathan hold me for a while before I sit up and look at him. I don’t want to leave now. He’s so warm and comforting, just like I always thought he would be. He puts one arm under my legs and another around my lower back and stands up holding me. He carries me over to the large, comfortable couch where we first sat down. He gently puts me down, in his lap. I scoot back, so that my legs are still in his lap and I can sit back.

“Hey,” I say softly, taking his chin in my hand and peering into his intense brown eyes. “Thank you, so much. I really mean it…I can’t thank you enough for all you have done for me, especially after tonight.”

“You are move than welcome, sweetheart.” He looks just as deeply into my eyes. He puts his hand in my hair and takes the back of my head and pulls me in. He kisses my cheek very gently, but firmly, pressing his lips and holding them on my face for a few seconds. I close my eyes and savor the kiss. I feel like it’s my turn to kiss him while our faces are still close. I first rub my lips gently across his, holding the back of his neck. I take my time, gently gripping his lower lip in between mine. He kisses back, doing the same with my upper lip. I feel his tongue lightly brush over it. My tongue blindly searches for his again and finds it. I draw in a deep breath through my nose as my tongue finds its way deeper into Jonathan Davis’ mouth. His soft, gentle, warm hands are protectively placed on my back. I sense him gently pushmy lmy legs off his lap in order to turn his body more towards me. He smoothly eases in closer to me as we kiss hungrily. He puts his hand on the back of my head and leans in more, causing me to lay back with him on top of me.

He gently pulls away his lips to kiss my neck. I lift my head in submission, my hands in his black, tangled hair. He kisses the entire length of my neck before pulling my shirt collar over slightly and kissing where my shoulder begins, that fleshy area right above the collar bone. He bites gently and I moan softly. Then a bad feeling comes over me. I’m not a groupie. I didn’t come up here to seduce him.

“Wait, Jonathan…”

He looks slightly hurt that I stopped him. Or is it concern? “What, baby?”

“Don’t think I came up here just because…you know…I’m not here to just…well…”

“I don’t think you’re a groupie, besides I brought you here. You needed help…do you want to stop?”

“Well, no…not exactly.”

“Is that all you were worried about?” He narrows his eyes more as though he’s reading my thoughts and runs has hand over my forehead and the top of my head and playing with my hair.

“Yeah.”

“I know you’re a good girl. The last thing you have to worry about is me thinking badly about you, okay?”

I feel much better and I smile with relief and nod. “Thanks,” I say for the thousandth time tonighd wrd wrap my arms around him. I push his dreads away so I can see into that face again before pulling him close for another kiss. He kisses me gently before kissing down my cheek to my neck again, with his hand running through my hair and caressing my ear.

I turn my head towards his thumb and I lightly touch it with my tongue. He brings it closer to my mouth and I pull it in, sucking on it and playing with it with my tongue. He looks at me intriguingly arst rst and then smiles. He pulls out his thumb and kisses me more deeply and firmly on the mouth. As I’m kissing him so passionately, I feel his hand lightly touch on my breast and rest there.

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I kiss Courtney on the mouth and feel her soft, full breast under my hand. As I’m deeply kissing her soft lips, her hand is on my side, pulling up my shirt. She puts her hand under it and rubs my back. I pull myself up enough to quickly pull it off. Her nails run slowly downbackback. It feels so good. I allow a barely audible groan to escape my lips. I hungrily kiss on her neck while my hands find the hem of her shirt. I lift it up and slowly pull it off her. I notice her bruise again, but I don’t say anything. I’ll just be careful not to touch it, I think, making a mental note.

She’s wearing a nice black bra that fastens in the front. I love those bras. I skillfully unhook it with my thumb and index finger. I’m amazed by hull,ull, firm white breasts under me. They really are pretty. I run my thumb over her tiny, erect nipple before kissing and sucking and biting all over her chest and her small waist. She has her hands in my hair and is clawing at my scalp as I explore her upper body with my mouth and hands. Her chest is rising and falling every few seconds as she breathes deeply.

I’m definitely getting into this and my level of excitement is clear by the bulge in my pants, which she can’t see. She feels it when I move up to kiss her lips and grind my erection into her crotch. She gasps and digs her nails into my back and releases a small moan. I feel her hands at the waist of my pants, searching for my belt buckle. I find it quicker and unbuckle it and she unzips my pants and pulls down on them. I pull off my pants, keeping my underwear on for now. I think the bed might be a better place for this. I sit up and take her hands and pull her up.

“Come on,” I take the lead and pick the girl up, carrying her to the bed. I gently lay her down sideways on it, her legs off the side. She’s so sweet and because I met her in such a brutal way, all I want to do is be nice to her and not hurt her in any way. This girl, who would appear to be a strong person otherwise with her dark hair, piercing eyes and healthy, solid build, seems so delicate. She unbuttons the top of her pants and I finish the job, unzipping them and pulling them off of her, she assists by pulling her panties down with them. I kneel in front of her on my knees. I touch the soft, outer skin. It’s completely hairless, very closely shaved, except for the small, closely trimmed dark patch at the top. I take off my glasses and set them on the small table by the bed. I look up at her and rub her knees as if to ask her permission. She’s up on her elbows, she smiles slightly and lays back, giving me the “okay”. I run my middle finger right down the middle of the pink slit. She’s pretty wet already and I can see her small clit. I carefully and slowly push my first two fingers inside her. She lets out a big sigh of pleasure. I twist my fingers in and out of her, occasily rly rubbing her clit with my thumb. I find what I think is her spot inside of her and put firm pressure on it, rubbing it. She gasps and her beautiful brown eyes, pop wide open. She cries out, moaning and gasping until she cums. I feel her muscles contract around both my fingers. Her breathing slows down eventually and I climb up on the bed, on my knees, right above her, looking into her pretty face. I want so badly to be inside her. I brush a lock of her dark hair from her face and kiss her smooth, white forehead.

“Move up that way,” I whisper, indicating towards the head of the bed. She moves very fluidly towards it, like a cat, and lays against the stacked pillows. I position myself in front of her, spreading her legs gently. I inch closer to her, finding her entrance with my dick. I feel the wetness of it on the head, where I had pleasured her seconds ago. I look into her eyes. She reaches up and tangles my dreads in her fingers. I push myself into her, slowly. She closes her eyes halfway and puts her arms around me. I enter her fully before backing out and penetrating her deeply again. She feels amazing, so tight and warm. I pick up a pace as she moans underneath me. I slide my arms under her and pull her up, sitting her on my lap. She has no problem taking the lead and wraps her legs tightly around my lower back. She moves skillfully up, down, back and forth on my cock as we both sit up, locked together. I hold her protectively, not wanting to let the girl go, as she takes over with her arms around me.

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I ride Jonathan, both of us in an upright position. It’s not very comfortable for me, but it’s nice. I think he can tell I’m not very comfortable, this position makes the penetration a lot deeper and he’s quite big, so it hurts a little. He pulls me close to him and whispers in my ear to turn over, on my hands and knees. I slowly and carefully ease up off Jonathan and get into the “doggy-style” position. He wastes no time and slides right into me. I don’t want this to end. I want to prolong this night as long as possible. I don’t want to leave his side now. His cock feels so good inside me that I cry out and fall onto my elbows. This action must startle him because he pauses.

“Am Itingting you?”

“No…keep going!”

Jonathan and I moan and groan as our bodies connect in an amazing rhythm. He speeds up a little and I feel a climax surfacing inside me.

“Jonathan,” I manage to squeak out, “I’m…gonna, I’m…-“ I cum right then.

“Oh baby! Cum all over my dick!”

I know he’s getting close now.

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As I pump in and out of her, I feel her muscles squeezing and releasing rapidly around my cock. Her cunt gets wetter as she cums really hard. Fighting the urge to release is getting harder. She moans with ecstasy and knowing that it’s because of me makes me smile to myself a little. Suddenly, I can’t hold it.

“Baby, I’m...SHIT!!!” I grip her shapely hips firmly. My cock explodes inside of her with hot cum. It seems to go on forever and then…complete quiet. My sweaty body collapses on top of the girl. I feel like all the energy from me has left, but so has all my tension and stress. Slowly I catch my breath and gently pull out of her.

I lay next to her and look into her eyes. She already seems far away, looking at some point in the room, but not at it. She looks sad again and I wonder if it’s because of me. Maybe not entirely, but at least partly. I want to take away all that pain inside her. I want to hold her and squeeze it out of her. We both know that this night can’t last forever. Her sweet sadness touches me deep inside. It’s a pain I’m very familiar with. The feeling of feeling like life is dealing you a constant set of blows and feeling alone in fighting your inner battles. She knows this kind of pain too. She starts to get up.

Before I know what I’m doing I grab her arm. “Where are you going?”

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“I should go, Jonathan,” my voice cracks and tears fill my eyes. I shouldn’t have let it get this far. I know I will probably never meet him like this again, maybe never again for that matter. Going from that feeling to what I had experienced seconds ago is very hard on my sore emotions.

“Please, just stay the night with me. I know you don’t want to be alone…well, neither do I…I see your pain. Not only do I see it…I know it. Please,” he begs me, “just stay here.”

Tears spill from my eyes for the seemingly thousandth time tonight. He reaches up and wipes them away again. He brushes my hair from my face. I lean in and kiss him softly. I want nothing more than to sleep next to his warm body. I slowly nod. Jonathan slowly turns back the covers. I join him under them. I move in closely to his now sticky from sweat, naked body. I fall limp with my head on his shoulder. I start to run my fingertips over the soft hair on his chest. He kisses my forehead. I squeeze him and fall asleep, my eyes closing on their own.

********
It’s been a few months since that night. I gave Jonathan my email and phone, not asking for his, he gave me and email address that I swore to keep only to myself (and I meant it). I haven’t heard from him but I replay our encounter in my mind. I hope he hasn’t forgotten me. I know I haven’t forgotten him, he rescued me in more ways that night than he will ever know.

I’m at home when my phone rings. It’s late and I don’t even check the caller ID. I’m just perturbed that someone is calling me so late. What do they want, anyway?

“Hello.”

“Are you doing okay?”

I’m floored. It’s Jonathan. I smile wide and talk to him. He tells me he’s coming back again and is making plans to see me.
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