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Nancy doesn’t mean to fall asleep at Whitney’s. The last thing she wants to do is sleep around anyone .
But there’s something about being around Whitney that makes Nancy feel… at ease. Safe.
Whitney doesn’t push or pressure. There’s a silent understanding in her expression whenever Nancy flinches at a touch or shies away from sexual intimacy.
“You set the pace,” she told Nancy once. “Whatever you’re comfortable with, I’m okay with that.”
So it was too easy to nod off, curled up together on the sofa. And when Nancy wakes screaming, bloody lines drawn down one cheek - Whitney’s there.