Draped in sheets after our night together, I was wrapped around his warm body and our legs were tangled. I raised my head to look at him, and found him already awake, staring at nothing in particular.
I mumbled. "Good morning."
He smiled and traced his hand down my body. Brushing the tips of his fingers, aligned all the way down. Heat rose across my form and I peered at him with concern. "Are you okay?"
He muttered. "I don't know. I just want to stay in your arms and forget everything."
I pressed myself even closer, settling in his arms and cradled the corners of his face in my hands. His eyes finally turned to look at mine. "We can't keep hiding from the real world."
He watched me tiredly. "This is my dad. What am I supposed to do?"
I didn't answer. This wasn't something I would f
