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Aurora “I’ll always be here.” Those words trickle in and out of my consciousness. Like a shadow you can see, but you can’t touch. By the time I open my eyes, I don’t know whether what I’m seeing is real or a mere play of my screwed up imagination. The first thing I notice is that I’m not in my flat lying on the floor, reliving my gruesome memories. My room in Jonathan’s house comes into view with its huge space and elegant ceiling. When did I get in here? “You need to eat.” I startle into a sitting position and that’s when I notice Jonathan seated on a chair opposite my bed. He’s in a pair of dark blue suit trousers and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. The top buttons of his shirt are undone, revealing the taut lines of his collarbone and hinting at his chest muscles. That’s the most skin I’ve ever seen from Jonathan, aside from his veiny arms. It’s like he lives in a suit — or was born in one. Not that he had to get nude before, all he needs is that firm hand to ma