“You sure were in there a long time,” he said. I shrugged. “Well, I had to ensure I washed all my perfume off so it doesn’t suffocate you tonight.” He laughed, but it was humorless. “Your perfume is the least of my worries at the moment.” “What are you worried about?” “That you eat.” He shoved a fork into my hand. “Eat, Daisy.” I ate.
