"Mmm, I had a great time tonight." Daisy murmured against my lips. "Like, I had so much fun -"
I chuckled slightly, pressing a finger against hers. "Daisy, what have we said about conversing while engaging in romantic activities?"
"Not to do it unless absolutely necessary." she recited, her nose wrinkled in concentration. She was just too cute. I bent to kiss her again, but she drew back.
"Lance, it's late." she said, unlocking her door. Suddenly, she paused and turned to face me, a small smile playing on her face. "Would you like to come in... for coffee?" she asked shyly, playing with her hair.
I nodded eagerly. "I'd love to." Finally, a chance to see inside my girlfriend's house. Tonight had been our fifth date, and I'd never felt so good about a relationship before. Daisy was special. Not just special, she was perfect. Cute, intelligent, a fair knowledge of psychology... I felt like I'd met my perfect match. Man. I'd been watching way too much Dr Phil lately (what can I say? He's an inspiration!).
"You wait here." Daisy instructed, pushing me onto a couch. "I'll be right back." she giggled to herself, and skipped out of the room.
I stared at my surroundings. Well, it was...bright, certainly. Everything - the walls, curtains, furniture - was a vibrant shade of red, blue, yellow, pink, you name it. Furniture was scattered haphazardly around the room, clothes strewn across the floor, empty glasses lay on every flat surface. And yet, it was almost...refreshing. Someone lived here, someone who didn't hide who they were from the world. Daisy didn't pretend to be someone she wasn't -
"Well, here we go!" Daisy said cheerfully, setting two cups on the coffee table. She lingered, smoothing out the table cloth, giving me an extensive view of her cleavage.
Yup, definitely no pretence here.
