I'd left Tori in the living room with a thick blanket and a cold glass of water. I was still rock solid, and my length was pressed up against the fresh pair of sweats I managed to change into before coming back into the kitchen to prepare the pasta dish my grandmother used to make me. Besides the obvious s****l tension, my mind was also on Tori, and I's conversation before arriving home. I was thrilled that she'd changed her mind about moving in with me. A part of me was worried that I was striving to be her white knight, trying to save her from all the things that went bump in the night. But I also knew that I loved her, and I only wanted to see her healthy and safe. I knew without a doubt I could provide that kind of security for her. She deserved a space where she could feel free to
