Jah’s been your best friend for years, so him being your “protector” came as a second nature. He was infatuated with you. Looking at you in revealing clothes, holding your waist or hips. Protectors do that?

You were on the phone rambling to him about how work was. Jah was quiet, but you could hear him sorta groaning and whimpering. A sloppy wet noise too. You asked him if he was ok, in return, he said:

”Yeah yeah, I’m aight. I just…fuck. Just keep talkin’ for a sec. Just a lil longer.”