Tallis put her hands up in mock surrender, "I promise that I won't try anything." She gladly accepted his offer to lay atop him. The warmth of his body and the feel of his skin sent shivers down her spine. Memories came flooding back. They were in this very position, but their clothes had been tossed haphazardly across the bedroom floor. Moira's screaming voice floating up from the ground floor; she knew Tallis was there, and she was pissed and hurt. Tallis' and Moira's friendship ended that night, but Tallis knew it had always known it ended the day Moira and Jeremy got together. 

True friendship was always difficult to come by outside of the club.

She exhaled the toxic memories with a sigh, tracing the tattoos that littered Jeremy's torso. He was fading fast. "Go to sleep, Tillman. I'll be here when you wake up. I'm not leaving this time." Despite everything that was telling her to run...she wouldn't do it this time. Tallis wouldn't leave in the early hours of the morning. She wouldn't receive text after text asking where she had gone and if she was coming back. She wouldn't have to listen to Tillman's drunken voicemails. Instead she would wake up beside him, still wrapped in his arms.

Everything about this terrified her. Everything. But somehow she managed to drift off into a nightmare filled sleep.