Stroked by Lena Lucas

The first moment I saw her, I was transfixed. Mesmerized. Obsessed.
Daisy walked into that bar on New Year’s Eve looking like she wanted to run in the other direction, like she was out of her element.
And it made me desire her even more.She seemed shy, so very innocent, and young… maybe too young for me.
But I knew nothing could keep me from her.So I approached her with every intent that no matter what, I’d make her realize we were meant to be in each other’s life. We spoke for hours, nestled in the corner in our own world.
It was perfection, and the first time I ever felt complete.
And then I kissed her, that age old tradition when the clock struck midnight on New Year’s. I didn’t expect her to wrap herself around me. I didn’t expect her to whisper for me to take her home.
But what Daisy didn’t know was that she’d awoken something in me that I didn’t know was dead. She was the first woman to make my heart start beating, to make me fall in love. It was fast, instantaneous. It was the feeling a man got when he bonded with a woman, when his soul imprinted on hers.
I was possessive, territorial. No one would tell me it was too fast. Not when nothing had ever felt more right.
At the end of the night, until the end of the world, Daisy would know without a doubt that she was mine and mine alone.