Not the first night

Most of the night, Dillon was snuggled up to you, more or less clenching into your shirt. You guessed she slept in fear like this often. She was shaking and mumbling... You didn't know what else to do, so you put your and around her, pulling her head to your chest. After a few moments, she calmed down, resting and sleeping soundly. You were able to eventually fall asleep as well shortly after.

The next morning, you woke up in the same position you feel asleep in. You decided to get up and check the news, but as you pulled away, Dillon unconsciously pulled your shirt to bring you back closer. "Hey, sleepyhead," you said gently, pulling on her hand.

She stirred awake, quickly letting go when she realized what she'd been doing. "S-sorry!" You couldn't get over this bashful Dillon. She was kind of cute, even.

"Don't worry about it. I'm going to go make some coffee. Want any?" You asked.

"Sure. You know how I like it."

The two of you spent the day talking, mostly comparing delving more into each other's lives. You learned that Dillon lived out here alone in a condo complex her parents owned. She had quite the security set up and they were pretty wealthy, so she'd spent a lot on her own safety. But because of that, she also lived alone. She couldn't really trust a stranger and she didn't want to inconvenience a friend with her weird hours and issues sleeping.

Any friends she had were at work; she was too scared to get close to anyone, especially the other guys.

"Wait, what about me?" You'd asked.

"You're different. When you first worked here, you didn't treat me any differently than any other coworker. You weren't some crazed horndog trying to get in my pants, or worse, so I felt - and feel - comfortable around you," she'd smiled a smile that put a warmth in your chest.

Eventually, the day wound down again. You guys had been conservative with the heat during the day to save it for night, but the two of you were still freezing. Of course, Dillon snuggled up next to you again. But she seemed closer this time.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Dillon asked quietly, her head in your chest.

"What do you mean?" You replied, confused.

"I'm kind of a bitch to people around the office. It usually keeps people away so I can't get hurt, but... you haven't had to do anything these past few days. You could have left me to fend for myself. Instead, you've taken care of me, made sure I've had what I need, and you're even letting me snuggle with you, all things considered. Why?" She asked again.

You thought for a moment before replying: "I'm not going to leave you on your own no matter how catty you are. Besides, I feel like I've gotten to see underneath that mask. I get the fear of opening up to people, but people would love the real you."

"Do you?"

"Do I what?" You looked down at her.

"I mean, not that you do, but, let's say you weren't married. Knowing everything you know about me with my terrible history, would someone like you be able to love someone like me? Someone so... broken?" She stifled a cry, not wanting to seem weak.

You weren't sure what to do, so you went with your gut. You lifted her chin and met her gaze, "I'm sure I would. You're not broken, Dillon. What Jake did to you isn't any reflection on you. In fact, you still being here shows me just how strong you are. I—" You were cut off by a soft pair of lips against yours.

You almost melted into the gentle kiss. It was so soft and loving; you almost forgot it was Dillon. She broke it first, "then... can you love me tonight?"

"Dillon, what are you talking about? I can't, I'm—"

"No one will have to know. Just for tonight, let me feel what it's like to be with someone loving." Dillon's lip quivered as she spoke. You knew this was a bad idea, but...