Daniel picked me up in his arms and carried me down the corridor as soon as we entered the flat. He dropped me to the edge of the bed and stood back, his grey eyes digging deep into my face.
"Come to me," Daniel said. I scooted down to the edge of the bed and got on my hands and knees, carefully approaching him. In the candlelight, his shirt appeared clean and white, as if he were a dream or a vision. As I caressed my fingertips over the crisp cotton, I thought to myself, "This is too perfect to be a dream." I peered into Daniel's sharp grey eyes as I fumbled with his shirt. His grey eyes was serious and serene, but I could see the fire there as I pulled the fabric away from his body and set it on the side of the bed. Daniel growled and pushed his shirt onto the floor. He laid his hand ag
