DAISY

The sheets were tangled around my legs, the heavy warmth of the blankets a stark contrast to the chill of the morning air leaking through the window. Beside me, Brian’s chest rose and fell in a slow, deep rhythm. One of his heavy arms was draped over my waist, pinning me to the mattress.

 

"You're awake," he muttered, his voice rough and low with sleep.

"I'm thinking," I whispered, turning my head to look at him.

He opened his eyes, the warmth in them immediate as he reached up to brush a stray lock of hair away from my forehead. "About what?"

"About how quiet it is."

"Enjoy it,"...