POV Dan
He knew of Vera's reckless and carefree ways and so it was his job to be the responsible one. He knew he should have brought her straight home last night, no he never should have let her go into a pub, he shouldn't have even snuck out to see her. He knew all that, so how had he let this highly indecent situation happen? If anyone ever found out they would never believe he hadn't touched her, a memory of her bare shoulder blade covered in scars no one else had ever seen under his hand, and he had to correct his mental thoughts.
He had touched her, even though it was completely taboo. He'd known he shouldn't do it, but her screams… He couldn't do nothing, and she hadn't woken when he called her name. The night had been pure blissful torcher with dreams too shameful to think about in the light of day. When he crept out in the early morning she'd been sleeping soundly but her screams brought him rushing back not half an hour later.
