She shook her head insistently. "You can talk about it when you're ready. Just, tell me about stuff like this in future, okay, baby? I wouldn't want to ruin this relationship over something as stupid as that." her proper smile was back, practically blinding.
"Wait, you're not dumping me?" I asked, not daring to believe it.
Daisy giggled. "Why would I dump you? You're funny, and sweet, and cute," she kissed my forehead, sending me reeling. "And you're great in bed!" she kissed me again, before drawing back to smirk at me. "Lancelot."
Man, did she have to keep saying that? I grabbed her, pressing her to me. "How much time do we have before work?" I asked breathlessly.
Daisy glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "Eleven point five minutes." she smirked.
I grinned back. "Well, then, I propose that...we engage in furthering our intimate relations, so that -"
"You're not very good at this, are you?" Daisy giggled.
I shook my head. "No, not at all." She knew me already.
"Well, let me do the talking. I've heard I'm good at it!" she winked, making me laugh. Daisy certainly was a good talker.
And I had totally fallen for her. And, maybe she was the one who would finally cause my scars to heal.
