Doris felt his warm breath caress the back of her neck when she woke the next morning. His arm was still draped across her, but no longer held her as firm as he did the night before. She silently wondered how she would get herself out of this bed without waking the beast. She was positive the moment he remembered what happened last night, he would shove her out of his bed with disgust. He had a moment of something that felt like a sort of kindness, but it wasn’t something she trusted. Though, not once in the night had she woken from fear like she expected to. She slept…...