The next morning, I woke up in his bare arms. 

His skin, oh so soft. 

His figure, incredibly cuddly as usual. 

His eyelids fluttered open, squinting slightly at the light that poured in from through the curtains.

He left his taste on my lips. 

But just as quickly as he had come, he had left - we both remembered the restrictions we had been put under.

But as the hours melted into days, and the days melted into months, I realised...

Something was not right.