Jagger

"Wow...you're really good at this!"

"You wanna know what else I'm good at?"

"Not really," she said, "Then you'd have to tell me about...the others. "

"Jealous much?"

"I won't lie...you're a good-looking guy, but I don't make it a habit of sleeping around."

"Live a little."

"You're killing me."

That was the last thing I wanted to do to her.

I wasn't going to lie, I certainly had the urge to slip inside of her tight little body, but she resisted me at every turn.

I should have kept my walls up, but I couldn't with Julia.

Not when the weird instinct to protect her from her ex was weighing heavily on me.

I'd kill that fucker in a heartbeat.

I started fantasizing about the many ways I was going to torture him when I realized Julia was staring at me.

"What?"

"The lights went out."

I looked around, the controller dropped to the floor, the lights off.

"I didn't notice..."

"Can I get a candy?"

"Want this candy?"

Julia smiled when I pointed to my crotch.

"No, I don't want herpes."

"For your information, I am clean."

"Oh, I've seen your ex.." Julia breathed in, deeply, "But I guess you've seen mine so we're even."

I watched as she turned a little pale, the late afternoon light streaming in through my dorm window.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes..." Julia said, but she was shaking her head.

"Julia!"

I watched her try to get up from my floor and tumble over.

"What the fuck?!"

I cradled her to me as her whole body went limp in my arms.

"I need some juice," she whispered, "Please.."

Julia

I didn't want him to see me like that.

I wanted so badly to leave and go to my dorm and take my candies—which I'd forgotten.

"What's wrong with you?"

He was asking me questions, but I couldn't answer. I was shaking too much.

"Alright," he said, lifting me up and carrying me to the bed, "I'll get some juice. Don't fucking die on me."

I nodded as he made his way to the fridge and quickly returned with a cup of juice. Lifting me from the pillows, he steadied me and held the cup to my lips as I sipped slowly.

"You're a diabetic?" He asked, looking at my wrist where my bracelet should have been, "Julia...And you're talking about me taking care of myself?"

I couldn't argue with him so I just allowed the sugar to flow through me until the attack subsided.

"I'm..."

"No apologies," he shook his head, stroking my cheek, "Get your damn bracelet back on."

I smiled and nodded, leaning into him even though I didn't want to. I didn't want him to see me weak, but I could tell we'd both had our own attacks and that was so chaotic.

"I guess you're stuck with me for another night, sugar," he said, "I won't let you out of my sight until I know you're alright."