I woke up feeling Jack's familiar weight. I opened my eyes. I could see, by the rays of sunshine that scattered through the curtains' edges, that it was quite late mornings. I rolled around, looking at Jack. He caressed my hair and hugged me, placing my head on his chest. I stayed like this for a while.
"You scared me yesterday," Jack said. "What were you thinking, going alone like that? I must have a conversation with that friend of yours."
"Don't," I asked him, lifting my head from his chest, to look into his deep, brown eyes. "Joe wasn't wrong. I can defend myself against most street thugs. It's just that those weren't ordinary street thugs. He couldn't know."
"Still," Jack said. "Letting a drunk woman walk alone at night... That's not right."
"I'm not a typical woman, and you know
