Learning To Trust Again

Thoughtful, Rebecca closed the door and locked it. She then walked into her living room and put her bag down on the coffee table before making her way into the bedroom to have a shower. She was tired but she felt dirty after working all day and more so after having those guys touch her. Dragging her uniform off, she shivered as she recalled with distaste the sight of those men surrounding her. She could still feel the cold terror she’d experienced before Jake had arrived on the scene. As she took off each garment, she tossed it in the bin, including her underwear. She had other uniforms and even if she didn’t she couldn’t bring herself to wear that one again.

Cold all of a sudden, even though, having turned on the heater when she walked in, it was warm in the bathroom, Rebecca wasted no time in stepping into the shower and letting the warm water cascade over her. As the water washed away the smells and grime that were clinging to her skin and hair, it also helped sooth her mind and her thoughts turned to the man who had saved her. Standing under the water, his green eyes appeared before her and she shivered again. But her response this time, causing goose bumps to pop out all over her skin, was not due to cold. She knew however that reaction to the shock she’d experienced in the lane, was probably intensifying her response to him, but still she couldn’t get the man out of her head. And it was not just his physical appearance that had got to her either, good as that was. He was not like other men she’d met. He was interesting and complex and quite possibly more than a little bit dangerous. It was a mix she hadn’t come across before and despite knowing there was a risk, she couldn’t help but be intrigued by him.

Thinking about Jakes ever changing moods, she decided he’d either had a really bad day or he had more than his fair share of demons. Rebecca understood all about demons and her heart went out to him. She knew what it was like to have past events effect everything you did. She couldn’t help but wonder what it was that haunted him. But as she wrung out her hair and wrapped a towel around her head to keep her wet hair off her neck, she knew that wondering was as far as she was likely to get. She wasn’t about to find out anything definite any time soon. It was unlikely she’d see him again and even if she did, he didn’t seem like the type to talk about things like that. With a sigh she wrapped a soft, toweling robe around her body. Finally feeling warmer on the outside she padded barefoot into the kitchen to make herself a drink to warm her insides as well.