James

"Alana. It's James. Can I come in?" Hopping off the bed, you walk over and open the door. James notices your state of undress and gives you a worrying look.

"Is this a bad time? I can come back later."

"No. Please come in, James." You open the door more to allow him into your room. Once he passes you, you let the door close and turn to face him. You just stare at each other for several moments.

"How are you feeling?" James asks, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Like shit," you can't help but start crying again, "I thought I was going to die."

James walks over to you and pulls you into his arm. You cry into his shoulder as he uses one hand to rub your back gently.

"I wouldn't have let that happen, Alana. I would've done everything that I could to make sure they couldn't hurt you. I'll keep you safe."

"Thank you, James." You pull your head back and look in his eyes. You can tell his words were sincere. Leaning in, you place your lips gently on his. The kiss quickly intensifies and soon you are making out with James.

He leads you to edge of the bed and sits you down on it. Your kiss breaks off so that you can remove James' shirt. Once it's off, he grabs your shirt and pulls it over your head, leaving you in just your panties and a sports bra. James pushes you back on the bed and you feel his hands grip the sides of your panties. You realize that if you don't want to go all the way, you would have to stop him now.