It always happens in the woods of giant white daisies and weeds. It begins at night; our bodies skyclad, stretched out under a sheet of moonlight. I keep my eyes closed. I feel only him. Even in my sightless state, I know we are the only fae and human couple around; the only ones panting in each other’s arms.
He rubs my shoulders, and I relax under his touch. His hands are twin dreams kneading needy flesh. He hugs me from behind.
I gasp when his breath warms my neck. “Don’t leave me, love.”
“I need to go, my sweet Daisy.”
“Not yet!” I reach for his hand, but dawn gets to him first.