Daisy
I woke up gasping.
It was a nightmare. A big, bad one!
The room was dark and still and exactly as it had always been, and for a long, terrible second I couldn’t separate what was real from what wasn’t. My heart was slamming against my ribs. My face was wet. My hands were shaking against the sheets.
I sat up.
The other side of the bed was empty.
Of course it was empty. He had left. After everything, after the talking and the crying and the things we had finally said out loud to each other and then the s*x that followed, he had gotten dressed quietly and told me he had feelings for me.
And I’d told him we shouldn’t go there.
And then he had gone.
I reached for my phone with hands that wouldn’t fully steady themselves and found his name and called.
It rang twice.
“Daisy?” His
