“Okay,” Daisy says, eyeing the taco. “I’ll eat it.” “Stop talking about it and do it,” he says. She sets a hand on his leg and the other on his wrist as he holds out the taco. She leans forward to take a bite, and I swear, her eyes connect with his the entire time. There’s something incredibly dirty about this—I see it, does anyone else? Lo says nothing. When she takes a bite, her eyes flutter closed and she lets out an audible moan. “Oh my God,” she mumbles, chewing.
LILY, YOU'RE NOT DELUSIONAL. THERE'S TENSION.
