<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Silence was her only answer and she felt the weight of the bed shift followed by the bathroom door shutting. She debated on running out the door, but she knew it wasn't worth it. Instead, she laid down on her side and curl into a ball as tightly as she could and faced the wall. She didn't want to sleep in the same bed as him, but she doubted that would be an option, so she had done her best to make it difficult for him to try and snuggle with her.<br/><br/>Carlos came out and she heard him taking off his clothes and then felt the bed dip as he crawled into it. He put his hand on her and she couldn't help but become stiff at his touch. He sighed, "I'm sorry, Lea. I wished the situation would be different..." He pulled her to him then, putting his arm under her head and wrapping his other around her. His warmth sunk into her skin and her chin quivered. She wanted to so badly to get away from him, but already his proximity was relaxing her. Her stiffness began to fade and she unknowingly shifted closer to him, to the safety and warmth he offered.<br/><br/>"Me too..." she finally whispered back as her eyes began to close, unable to fend off sleep any longer.