Skin

Amity loved to caress Daisy’s skin. It was so soft, so beautiful. She didn’t want to touch anyone’s skin again, no one besides hers. And she definitely didn’t want anyone touching Daisy’s skin. Not now, not ever. She liked her arms and her tummy best. Those were probably some of the softest parts of her. She also really liked her hair.

Daisy’s hair was the most beautiful brown she had ever seen. She had light blue eyes too. Those eyes reminded Amity of the ocean. When they’d lay in bed at night, she’d touch her. She would stroke her arms with her fingertips, going over the slight hairs that she had shaven two nights before. Then she’d go all the way to her chest, not stopping at her breasts. She would touch her tummy, then.

Amity would smile, because she knew that Daisy was hers, and no one could take Daisy away from her, and no one ever would. She knew that. She wanted to spend every minute with her, every millisecond. Daisy meant more to her than anything in the world, and she just couldn’t stop touching her flawless skin.