“Are we fighting?” Daisy whispers as she leans across the table. “We don’t fight,” I grunt, looking away. She kicks me gently under the table, looking over at me with big eyes and fuck her with those big eyes that make me swallow heavy. I don’t know why. “It feels like we’re fighting,” she tells me. I shake my head, disinterested. “We aren’t.” A silence hovers between us. We have silences a lot. I like them usually. Usually with her being quiet feels like I’m alone, and I never feel like I’m alone when I’m with someone else.
i need this
