Daisy

I know I'm playing with fire when I get into the bathtub and rest my back against his chest. The steam from the water rises up around us, giving me what I like to think of as a cloak to protect my feelings. That he doesn't have to see how hot my face is, how I'm willing to do things when I don't have to look into his eyes. It forces me to feel, instead of worrying about being embarrassed.

His arms go around me and I lean my head against his shoulder, ...