Cry Me a River PG-13 Edition by Devyn Dawson

here until you were awake enough to tell me how to get to your house.  I’ll make the coffee, I set a pair of shorts and t-shirt on the bathroom counter for you, as well as a toothbrush.  The living room is out the door and down the hall on the left.  I’ll tell you about last night over coffee.” 
    “Thanks.”
     
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    “The coffee smells delicious.  Is it Hazelnut?”  River crosses the room towards me; the shorts look funny on her skinny legs.  I gave her ones that have a drawstring in them to help her keep them up.  “You made muffins?  That’s impressive.”
    I set a plate of muffins on the breakfast bar.  “No, well, yeah I made them….not today though.  I freeze them so I can have them when needed.  How are you feeling?”  She looks a little pale.  A couple of times during the night, I checked to make sure she was still breathing because she was pale.
    She takes a carrot muffin and breaks it in half and picks off a piece to put in her mouth.   She shakes her head up and down in appreciation.  “I feel fine but I don’t know what happened last night.”
    The sun is coming in and shining on her face.  I don’t know if it’s the morning, or restful look, but she’s beautiful.  She’s more incredibly beautiful than my brain remembers.  This could get dangerous, having her here in the morning.  I’d love to see the sun dance across her naked body. 
    I reach in my pocket and pull out a pill box and set it on the counter.  “What happened were these.  Your little friend Lance roofied you.”
    “You’re kidding me!”  She exclaims.  Her eyes well up with tears and the hand holding her coffee mug starts trembling.
    I walk over to her and pull her into a hug.  At first, she is stiff , but soon she relaxes and puts her arms around me and rests her head on my chest.  “He was going to rape me?  What the hell?”
    “He may have been about to, I don’t know, but he didn’t.  I brought you home when I saw you weren’t acting like yourself.  I couldn’t find your friend Gwen so I kept you with me.  We can go to the police and file a report if you’d like.”  I lean down and kiss the top of her head out of instinct.  I feel her body go stiff again and she pulls away from me.  Damn.
    “No, but thank you.  I should get home so I can find Gwen and figure out why they ditched me.  Thank you for rescuing me Caide, I really appreciate your help.  Can you give me a ride home…if not, it’s cool, I’ll call a cab.”
    I go over and pour some coffee in a travel mug to take with me.  “You don’t need a cab.  Here,” I say and hold out the pill box, “you might need these for evidence.”
    “I don’t want to touch those.  Can you hold on to them for me?  If I decide to file a report, we can go together; I’m sure they’ll need your statement too.”  Her eyes give away the fear she has in her.
    Oh come on!  Don’t let the guy get away with it.   “Okay, whatever you want.”
    As we head down the stairs to the front door, River stops to touch the sun-catcher.  She looks beautiful as the prisms of light dance across her face.  She pauses as though she wants to say something but thinks better of it.
    “Is this something your ex hung up?”  River asks quietly.
    I nod my head.  “Yeah, Heather was fascinated with the light reflections.  I probably should take it down, but I like it.” 
    We step out into the hot mid-morning air.  “No, you should leave it up, it’s pretty.”  I open the passenger side door to let her in.  “Thank you, what did I do to bring out the gentleman in you?”
    Her voice is back to the River I know from our meetings.  “You have that effect on me.”
    “I have an effect on you?  Impressive.  I must have spilled my guts last night or something, and you’re being nice to keep my cray-cray side at bay.”  She flips the visor down and looks in the mirror.  “Wow, I look