The next morning, Laurel woke up to Darius' face an inch away from her. His hot breath sprayed over her face, dark eyes moved all over face. The morning light wasn't able to enter the room due to the tightly packed curtains.
"Is it morning yet?" She asked.
"Yes. Sleep in a little longer. I have to go."
"No, wait. I'll wake up with you. Where are you going? You are still hurt."
All traces of sleep was gone as soon as Laurel heart he was going to leave. She got off the bed before Darius and started to tidy up. Darius sat there watching her fast pace and sighed into his hands. He had done something bad this time.
"Sweetheart, come here."
Laurel stopped folding the quilt and rushed over to his side. The curtains were opened, spilling an unnecessary amount of sunlight into the room
