That’s what he had said. In the dark. Close. Under the covers. His arm around my waist. His head on my hair.
He breathes quietly. What is he dreaming? Fucking hell.
“I don’t want you to be happy.”
Why would anyone say that?
Why would anyone think that?
I can feel my heart beating in my stomach and my ears. Fuck you Jack.
Does he know what he said? Was he awake? He’s spoken in his sleep before.
My breath is big and heavy.
Just before he fell asleep he had been telling me about the last girl he had slept with. They had showered together. The only one he’d ever had a romantic shower with. He had spoken with a big grin and his dark brown eyes were glistening.
“She was so beautiful. She liked to have her back scratched. Have you ever had a romantic shower Daisy?”
“Yes.”
His eyes suddenly looked very heavy.
“A shower is a very close thing,” I said “Stroking someone all over-”
He was asleep. I tucked his hair behind his ears. Glowing. Settled in the moment.
Then, fifteen minutes later.
“I don’t want you to be happy.”
He’s jealous. That’s it. But he brought up the other girl. I didn’t even care!
Fuck you Jack.
He moves towards me. Kisses my lips, softly.
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