A few nights later, as they lay in Danny’s bed, Danny spooning her body his arm wrapped securely around her holding her tight against him.

Her mind began wandering back to that night. The stench of liquor stuck in her mind as if she was it was happening again. An image of the guy popped into her head, his slimy smile, his greasy hair, his cheap cologne. Then she was willingly kissing him, her mind muddled from the alcohol. His hands all over her body, his nails raking across her skin, pulling her hair. Her clothing coming off, then his clothing. Then he was in her, slamming into her harder than she was used to, or it seemed that way anyway. There was nothing gently about it, nothing caring or loving.

“Montana,” Danny said softly, as he felt her shaking. “Come back to me. Don’t go there.” Over the past couple of days he caught her drifting off to that night. If her mind sat idle for too long, without anything to focus on. If he could take everything that happened between them back, he would. If he could have just let her know early how he truly felt about her, none of this would have happened. But now it was his job to let her know.

She wasn’t like him. She wasn’t the ‘have a one-nighter and move on’ person, she was the ‘making love to one person for the rest of your life’ person. And he loved that about her and planned on being that one person she made love to for the rest of her life. And she needed to know she wasn’t dirty or damaged just by having meaningless sex with someone.

“How could I have done that? How could you still want me?” she sobbed softly.

He tightened his arm around her and pushed her hair back away from her neck, “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he assured her softly, “Yes I hate that another man touched you, and made you feel this way. But I made you feel like you didn’t matter, because I couldn’t tell you the truth.”

“Can you make me forget?”

“I’m gonna try,” he promised.

“Please,” she begged softly.

“Are you sure?”

She sobbed and nodded her head yes.

Pushing her hair back he gently nipped at her flesh, sucking lightly over the prominent bruise. His mind began having flashes of another man doing this to her, over her not being able to say no. Pushing them to the back of his mind, he gently rolled her over.

He saw the tears in her eyes and the streaks on her face. Cupping her face in his hands, he gently pushed the tears away.

“I love you, Lindsay Monroe. I want to love you for the rest of your life,” he said softly, before he kissed her cheeks then her lips.

She shut her eyes as new tears escaped, letting the feeling of this kind gentle man, who loved and adored her, push back the memories. Letting the smell of his cologne, clear her mind. The feel of his familiar goatee, tongue and mouth, push away all the imagines that plagued her. Letting his gentle caresses and tender stroking calm her mind.

“Make love to me Danny,” she gasped before she realized it.

“Tell me if ya want me to stop,” he said, and then gentle pushed into her.

She gasped at the sensation then wrapped her legs around his waist. The caring and gentleness soothing her soul, making her feel whole again.

After she lay almost completely on top of him, his arm tightly wrapped around her waist.

“Are you okay?” he asked, running his free hand up and down her arm.

“Thank you,” she said softly, kissing his chest.

“You never have to thank me for making love to you.”

She laughed softly and gently slapped his chest, “You know what I mean.”

“I’m yours, never forget that Montana.”

The end

A/N: Angsty! Lindsay has not become a friend of mine, I promise. I just get this thing in my head and sometimes I just can’t get it to go away. I hope this is it! LOL and I hope I have done justice to the sensitive topics I have unknowingly stumbled into, in the last couple of stories.