Joey's P.O.V.

I could feel myself slowly drifting in and out of conciousness. My body finally stops me from sleeping and I yawn loudly.
"Good morning, Daniel," I say opening my eyes hoping to see my beautiful boyfriend, but he isn't laying beside me.

I stand up out of my bed and peak in the bathroom. He's not there.

"Daniel?" I say whenever I open up my bedroom door.
"I'm down here sweetie," he says in his sexy voice and I hear a bit of shuffling. Almost like someone is standing up off the floor.

When I get down the stairs I see Daniel. However, he has his back turned to me. Why isn't he facing me?
"Daniel, baby," I say and I wrap my arms around him from behind. I am really not in the mood to care if he is facing me or not.
"Good morning, Joey," he says. I place my hand over his chest and I can feel his heart beating a mile a minute. What happened?

I pull my arms off of him and walk around him to look him in the face. What I see leaves me standing in front of him, gaping in horror.
"What happened?!" I say stepping closer to fully examine all the marks left on my body.
"Nothing, baby. Please, don't worry about it," he says grabbing the wrist of my hand that is placed lightly on his swelled cheek.
"Daniel," I say giving him a look to let him know that there is no way in hell just to not worry.
"My dad... he um. Hit me a bit," he says as if it really isn't a big deal.
"A bit? Daniel, look at you! Your black and blue. Why do you let him do this? You need to tell someone!" I say pulling him into a hug. I feel him take a deep breath and slowly let it out.
"Believe me. I wish this whole thing was that simple," he says in a tone I have never heard from him before. It is a small tone. One that doesn't match Daniel's broadness and masculinity.

Alot of things are running through my mind. I just really want to know why this whole thing happened. You know, usually, you just don't hit someone for no good reason. So there has to be something Daniel isn't telling me.
"Why did you come out last night?" I say and Daniel takes in another sharp breath. But this time, he doesn't let it out. He just holds it in for a bit and then quickly lets it go.
"I just felt like it was the perfect time. And, I wanted some of the heat lifted off of you," he says pulling from the hug. He goes and sits on the couch. He has his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.

I walk over to him and lift his head up. I move his elbows from his knees and I take a seat on his lap. He seems a bit stunned from this. I haven't really shown him much contact since we had sex for the first time. I place my hands on the back of his neck and just play with the hair there. He looks at me and slowly closes his eyes, i'm assuming because this feels good.

I connect my lips to his very softly. We both aren't in the mood for sex, for now. We have a long window of time to which we can do that.

For now, I just want to kiss him. Slow, sweet, enough to make him know that I care about him. Because fuck do I have feelings for him.

And with ever sound, ever breath, ever blink, every connection of our lips, I fall more and more for Daniel Christopher Preda.