She had no idea what she did to me. Recently, I had realized that our friendship was more than any other friendship. I love her, I protect her. Whenever she gets a new lover – whether it be male or female – I find myself getting extremely jealous. I want her. No one else should be allowed to have that stunning beauty of a woman.

Jenny.

The sound of her name gives me chills up my spine. Several times I wanted to reach out and touch her. Wrap my arms around her waist and never let go. We had been living together alone for a few weeks now, and these past few weeks have been great. I clicked with her immediately.

I remember when she was new to L.A. She was so shy and reserved, and she was walking around with that asshole she called a boyfriend. He got oh-so-damn pissed when Jenny decided to experiment. Sexuality is fluid, man, and I guess he didn’t know that. Maybe I should have sent him a memo on a damn post it note. Sorry, sorry. My temper flares whenever I think about how that jerk treated her.

"Shane?" she called to me. I looked up from my hand on the table to her, who was standing near the fridge. She was still clad in her pajamas – a pair of boy shorts and a babydoll top. God, she looked amazing.

"Yeah?"

"Are you alright? You don’t look so good." I smirk, happy with her sudden concern.

"I’m fine, just thinking." She nods, and goes back to gathering whatever it is she’s gathering. I turn my gaze back to my hand, staring at the silver ring on my right hand. Where did I get that ring? Oh hell, like I remember such things. I turned to look at her once again. She wasn’t afraid to be herself around me, I noticed. She had been through enough drama for someone more than twice her age, and I guess that’s what made her an open, brave person.

I remember once, I went into the bathroom for a band-aid because I had sliced my finger cutting someone’s hair. She was in the tub, bathing, when I announced my arrival. She didn’t move to cover up. She just sat there, watching me and asking how my day went. She didn’t care whether or not I saw her, and although I knew it shouldn’t have had any effect on me, it did.