Tonight is a big one for Daisy, she's been nominated for her first Emmy and I could not be anymore proud of her than I am right now. I swear I might burst if she wins because she deserves this so much and I know she'll be over the moon about it. I've tried not getting her hopes too high, because I don't want her to be sad if she doesn't get it, but I just have so much faith in her. I was really surprised but happy when she asked me to accompany her to the event.
We've been dance partners for years but recently things have taken a bit of a turn. It was a drunken night that started it all really. We slept together and in the morning it was sort of brushed off but we both expressed that we enjoyed it and had no regrets. Which then turned into us hooking up... several nights a week. Since we'd known each other so long, we'd of course become friends and I often stayed over at hers after long practice days. We had no problems sleeping in the same bed, so I suppose this was inevitable?
The majority of the week I wake up in her apartment with her arms wrapped around me and just carry on with my day. The only thing is, I've developed feelings for her. Truth be told, I had feelings for her before we started sleeping together. I knew it would be risky but I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to be intimate with her in that way. It was right after we had done a sensual dance together too.
We'd been practicing for weeks, learning each other's bodies and how we moved together. Her body had to be almost constantly pressed against mine and we basically grind against one another several times throughout the piece. Needless to say, you could cut the tension with a knife and it needed some sort of release. Ever since, I've been wanting to tell her how I feel but it seems that every time it's on the tip of my tongue I get scared and retreat.
The last thing I want to do is scare her away completely. So here I am, on the red carpet with her as I smile for the cameras. Mentally I'm not here, my mind always needs to be elsewhere when I'm with Daisy. I fear that if I'm too present in her presence, that I'll accidentally let it slip or show some sort of obvious sign at the very least. Her hand holds my waist as we pose for the photographers, the flashes blinding me.
I honestly couldn't care less about all these people. If it weren't for Daisy, I wouldn't even be here. In fact, had anyone else asked me to do something like this, I would've said hell no immediately. I can never so no to Daisy and maybe that's a problem. When she said she didn't want to put a label on us, I didn't even question her despite my feelings. When she asked me to make up an excuse as to why she missed an important practice, I didn't hesitate.
When she called me in the middle of the night for what I thought was comfort but ended up being a booty call, I ran and didn't make a fuss. She could ask me to jump in front of a train and I'd probably do it with my dumbass. I guess that lesson about 'if your friends jump off a bridge are you gonna do it too' really was important after all. Yet it never really occurred to me that it could refer to romantic relationships, but at this point it seems applicable.
Tonight I chose to keep my hair down, another one of Daisy's requests. I did a side part which means a lot of moving my hair behind my ear on the smaller side. I didn't want to put a whole bunch of gel to keep everything in place because I hate having to wash it all out after. As I reach to move what feels like the same strand for the 50th time, I feel a hand do it for me. I glance over to see Daisy smiling knowingly and I shake my head amused.
Daisy has her thick hair up in a ponytail, ever the one for functional fashion. Which begs the question of why she wanted me to keep my hair down but again, I didn't question her at the time and I won't do it now. As I stare into her eyes, I notice a look I've never really seen before. As I think about it I lick just between my lips, anticipating having to touch up my makeup.
