She was never afraid of his darkness, or the demons that lurked in his eyes.
He thought no one could ever love him,
if he revealed what lurked inside.
***
Daisy woke up pressed against Jay's body.
She loved the feeling of him against her. Slowly, so she wouldn't wake him, she turned around and watched him sleep. She smiled at his unguarded face and how young he looked. Her smile faltered though when she saw his pillow. Bitten. It was shredded. Daisy softly touched the vomiting pillow, as the material flowed out. It took her a moment to realize why. She reflected back to last night, her eyes closing and savoring the memory. How Jay's body was over hers, their rhythm, their pressing. Daisy gasped and grabbed him, wanting him closer, wanting more. She grabbed his hair, pushing his mouth
