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There’s a ton of things he must have to do. A man in his position, so I tell myself that like me he's probably just learning to relax in the best way possible for the first time in a long time. I murmur something half asleep after a while, asking if he’s okay. He grunts low in reply and presses himself closer to me, letting me feel the still hot and very hard line of his arousal against my body.

I think he’s doing better than okay…

I’ve heard of people falling asleep smiling but never believed it possible until now. I know that for once I have a real reason to smile and with Lee wrapping me in his arms like a giant security blanket I don't feel like I have to worry about anything ever again somehow. I don't even think once about my parents or Becky, almost forget entirely that I'm in my own bed at my parent's house.

The last thing I hear before drifting into a deep sleep I never thought possible is Lee’s voice in my ear, murmuring one more time that I’m his now. That my therapy has been a great success and the fact he wants to schedule a full day of it tomorrow, which sets the smile on my lips.

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The dull rumbleof what must be thunder is the only thing loud and strong enough to wake me. That and the fact I can't feel Lee holding me anymore, making me shiver as I fight the urge to panic. His voice from across the room makes my eyes snap open. The ‘thunder’ is the familiar sound of a police helicopter over the house. Lee’s at my window, glancing out.

“Get dressed, Lori.” He commands me in a disappointed tone, “I don't want them to see you like this… Cover up!” He orders me firmly, turning to face me, fully dressed himself and sporting a look that tells me everything in a split second before he uses the few moments we have left to explain himself. To make sure I understand why.

“I’m not Dr. Schmidt.” He says in a strained tone, making my heart leap on the one hand because I know he must be my mystery man from the other night after all. But on the other hand, I can't help but feel hurt that he didn't just tell me.

“What’s happening?” I ask, my voice shaking with fear and emotion. I’ve just had the best night of my whole life and it feels like it's all about to be taken away forever somehow. The look in Lee’s eyes having lost some of its usual command over every situation as the room fills with blue and red flashing lights. The dull thump of a heavy hand pounding on the front door. The equally harsh sound of voices yelling the one word I never wanted to hear again since that night, “Police!”

Frozen to the spot I don't know what to do until he orders me to dress again, as if that's more important to him than having the cops swarm my house for the second time in a week.

I somehow manage to move myself on wobbly legs and with trembling hands, I dress hurriedly. But Lee isn't running or looking like he’s gonna put up a fight, no.

He stands right where he is, watching me dress and smiling the smile of a man who has everything he needs, he sets me straight. “They’ve come for me, Lori. You haven't done anything wrong… I’ll pay for the door.” He adds, making my face twist with confusion as he cocks his head. The sound of our front door popping off its hinges making him talk a little faster.

“It was me that night… Under the pepper tree. I was sent to see Dr. Schmidt as part of my bail conditions but then you were there… What else could I do?” He reflects, taking the last moments we have together to tell me what he couldn’t earlier.

“I- I love you, Lori… Sounds nuts but when I saw you that night I just knew you’re the one. You're mine…”

Time stops for a while as the weight of his words smothers me with a feeling that matches his lovemaking. The only people to tell me they love me have been my parents and it’s never made me feel this way to hear it. From Lee’s lips, it's like a symphony. The only thing I've ever needed to hear my whole life. I just wish the time and place could be a little better, for the both of us.

“I- I lo-” I start to reply, feeling tears well up in what should be the sweetest moment of my newly no-virgin life. But my bedroom door shoots across the room, still upright and blocking my view of him so he can’t hear me. The shouting of a dozen cops in body armor, strobing flashlights in my eyes, and strong, gloved, alien hands grabbing me makes me scream.

I hear Lee growl but don't get a chance to see what happens next. I’m dragged from my room by police, downstairs and outside. Gladder than ever I dressed as quickly as Lee told me to once I’m taken out through the splintered front entrance. A wall of faces including my parents waiting. Even an ambulance with its lights still dancing across the front of our house.

Why would they need an ambulance-?

The sound of my bedroom window shattering, followed by a couple of SWAT-looking guys being tossed out of it answers that one. Lee’s not going to give in without a fight it seems and as much as it scares the heck outta me, I know he's doing it all for me.

He loves me…

That’s all Ineedto know. All I want to know and I’ll wait a thousand years for him if it means we could have just one night like we’ve had tonight. The fear and shock of the whole world plus police ruining our first night together is soon replaced with a new feeling. Anger.

The sight of my distraught parents does nothing to make me feel an ounce of guilt or regret, but there’s one face in the crowd as I’m ushered towards a waiting patrol car where my parents are waiting that stands out more than anyone else’s.

Becky.

Her eyes narrow on mine, but it's the smug little smile that plays on her lips that proves to me in a second that she's the one behind all this somehow. I only get to see her for a moment before my parents yank me from the arms of burly policemen into their own, telling me how worried they were. Asking me if I’m hurt. My dad reminding me yet again that their own vacation has been ruined. And all because of me and that man.

“He didn't- He didn't do anything to you, did he, Lori?” My mom asks, gripping me by the elbows and holding me at arm’s length as she studies my expression. I feel my head shaking but more from disbelief than anything else. I’m clearly unhurt, far from it. If anyone with a brain could see me they'd see a girl who was far from hurt after a night with the man she loves. The only thing hurting right now is knowing that it’s over.

“No. Mom… He didn’thurtme…” is all I can manage in an icy tone before Becky pushes through the crowd. Eager to drive the knife in just a little deeper.

“I saw that man on the news… Heard what he’d done so I had to call them, Lori. Even though you canceled our sleepover, I’ll always look out for my friends…” she chimes innocently. Drawing a grunt of approval from my dad and nods of affirmation from the surrounding cops and anyone else who can hear.

And just like the other night, I never get to see Lee. The wall of cops and a waiting van are all I can catch glimpses of. My mom's voice in my ear as she helps me into the patrol car that she and Dad pile into. Giving me the opportunity to interrupt her and ask her the only real question I have now.

I know Becky ratted us out tonight, but who called the cops the other night? I know I certainly didn’t.

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