Feel comfortable

I was awoken by a warm hand rubbing on my arm, the familiar scent of my sheets surrounding me, and the sounds of my heater kicking on. As I opened my eyes, I saw Mark leaning over me.

"I've been trying to call you, you scared me half to death." His voice was soft but his face told me how worried he had been.

"Sorry," I whispered, sitting up. "I had to leave the office and I was exhausted, so I came home."

He slightly nodded but it was clear that he didn't believe me. "Says the girl with a tear-stained face, little bruises on her neck, and jeans with dirty knees." He ran his hand through my hair. "What happened?"

The memory of my stalker invaded my mind as my bottom lip trembled. "It was so scary, Mark!" I turned my face into my pillow and bawled. "He came out of nowhere in the parking garage at work. He held me against the car and told me he was coming for me real soon." I visibly shook.

"Hell will freeze over before I let that son of a bitch near you." He continued to soothe me by ru