"Stay." Michael says, letting you snuggle next to him on the bed. It was always like that, you ran away from home at night because of your parents, just to sleep with him. During those moments, he tried not to let his mind wander. Her warm body next to him, her breathing soft, her small hands stroking his stomach. Everything was perfect.. But what if you found out what he does at night? Would you still be with him? The thought of you looking at him with fear is…painful. He shakes his head away.