The worst thing about being me? The fact I blush at everything! How unfair is that? It doesn't help that Arrow was talking about earlier.... I feel heat pump into my cheeks, and it makes me look away. "It's okay..." I want to say so much more, but can't find it in me.
I glance up to Arrow, just as he steps forward gripping my sholders, pulling me too him, kissing me. Next thing I know, I'm kissing him back.
Ooooh, Daisy. You naughty girl!
I don't reply, I just ignore it hammering away in my mind. I just kiss him harder.
A knock at the door, stops us. I turn to it, my breathing and heart rate through the roof. The handle turns, I reach over and unlock it. I break away slightly more to see who it is.