Sometimes, I wonder if really is going to get better or if it's only going to get worse.
Daniel's eyes scanned over the note, growing angry as they read the words over and over again.
"'Glad you made it, Solaine'?" he quoted. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
"It means that it was planned, Daniel," I sighed. "Can you lead me back to my bed?" A slight whimper added to my voice. In truth, I wanted his arms around me again.
His eyes instantly jumped to mine. They softened and his arms wrapped around my midsection again. I smirked internally, but wore a small mask of pain. After being neglected for so long, I loved the feel of his arms around me, I loved the feel of his touch through my shirt, I loved the way that he cared about me.
Even if it was fake, I still appreciated the effort.