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backed up and looked me over, his expression telling me that he was happy that I did this with him without question.
    “Come on,” he said loudly as he pulled me to a ladder and placed me in front of him. I started to climb after I looked back at him and he nodded. I stared up as I climbed, remembering the first time I had climbed my treehouse. It was frightening, but I did it anyway. That time, my dad had been behind me, making me feel safer. This time, Cody was and I know I really have no idea who he is, but sometimes a stranger can be a guardian angel. Someone who can make you instantly feel better no matter what is going on. I kind of felt like that with him and whether it was the grief, the alcohol settling in, or my old ways, I didn’t care. It felt good to just let go again.
    I reached the top and climbed onto the roof of the train. The wind was daunting and I felt as if I would slide off, but just as fear started to set in, he joined me. I felt his arm around my waist and he turned me and sat behind me. He took the brunt of the wind as I sat in front of him and looked out into the skyline. The sun was starting to set and the brilliant colors of pink and blue lingered behind. The chill in the air seemed to fade as his chest rested against my back. The sun broke one last time through the clouded sky and I closed my eyes as everything lit up in a gold hue.
    Cody wrapped his arms around me and for one moment, we sat there, not as two strangers, but as two souls sharing something very special together. There was nothing awkward about it and with that, I leaned back and he held me. I grinned as the sun continued to light both of our faces up and no words were needed, I mean, to be quite honest, they would have just ruined the moment. Sometimes you just have to shut up and listen. Listen to life and the beauty all around you.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     

     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
    Misunderstanding
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    “Oh crap,” I muttered as I rolled over and saw him lying in my bed.  I pushed my blonde hair out of my bloodshot eyes and stared at him. His hair was fine, he looked peaceful and my head was aching with the five drinks I had downed. The train swayed and so did my stomach as a bottle rolled across the floor and hit the wall. I slid out and saw it. It was wine. So not only had I drank liquor, but I brought him back here with a bottle of wine. Just fabulous, and so not like me. Do not get me wrong, I am certainly NOT a prude, but having sex with complete strangers, whether I liked them or not, was not my style. I knew better. It could be messy and I am not one for messes, I prefer nice and simple, except for my clothing.
    I stood up and stumbled as I started to walk towards my small bathroom. I reached for the door and heard his voice. I closed my eyes, sighing, as I had to turn around and face him.
    “Good morning,” he said.
    I grimaced and hesitated for a few seconds. I mustered up the courage to face him. I turned and half smiled. It was awkward, I know that it was. It felt awkward and I felt stupid for allowing this to happen.
    I nodded as if I didn’t know him at all. “Good morning,” the tone of my voice sterile, even to my own ears.
    He ignored it and sat up. “Well, I guess I should get up. I am sure they have breakfast ready.”
    I crossed my arms on my chest and he stood up and looked at me. He started to button his shirt up as I tried to ignore his chest that was all muscular and enticing.
    “You go ahead, I am not hungry. I just don’t eat this early…not usually.”
    He continued on as if we were now a couple, or at least it felt that way. “I can go and bring something back for you, Jazz.”
    “No, really. It’s no big deal,” I said as my voice sounded colder than I meant for it to. I shook my head ‘no’ as he sat down and slid one shoe on then the other. I watched him until he stood up and rubbed his hands through his hair. He stepped towards me and I