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Kyle I wake up early. Not that I actually slept. I was on an adrenaline wave all night long, and the only thing I thought about was the best way to take Rai over and over again. She passed out on me after the third round. After begging me to stop, then asking for more when I was inside her, her body lost the stamina battle and she eventually drifted off. I lean on my elbow and drink in her sleeping naked form. She looks so docile when asleep, those tiny features and that slim body so fucking fragile it seems they can be broken to pieces like a porcelain doll. But instead of destructive thoughts, the only thing I want to do is protect that delicate side of her—the side she only shows to me. I want to be the one she turns to when she wants to let that side loose. Because no matter how tough she acts on the outside, she’s still caring on the inside. She still feels too much and hurts as much, too. After the sniper attack yesterday, when I saw the red dot at her back, I thought I was going