As we lay in the semi-dark hours later, we faced each other, sharing his pillow. I'd never felt more connected to anyone.

Good God, what did he not remember?

That macho protective bullshit is just some asshat man pissing on his territory so the other dogs will stay away.

Say stop, whenever you want to stop. Understand?" I nodded. "Do you want to stop now?" My head moved back and forth to the pillow. "Thank God.

Alcohol removes inhibitions. It doesn't trigger criminal violence where there was none before.

I breathed him in, closing my mouth tight and inhaling the scent of him through my nose. I felt sheltered by him. Safe.

Minus my relationship with Kennedy, I had no automatic invitation to Greek Parties or events, though Chaz and Erin could invite me to some stuff since I fell under the heading of acceptable things to bring to any party: alcohol and girls. Awesome. I'd gone from independent girlfriend to party paraphernalia.