DAISY
"So you really hate it when we fight?" Kay solicited.
"I hate when you ignore me." I specified.
A frown suddenly etched on his face and he denies: "I have never ignored you. I'm always looking even when I seem angry, or irking you."
"Most likely." I smile small and look down at the bottle of water sitting between us.
He dipped his head, his fingers came to my chin, slightly lifting my head until my eyes were linked to his.
The space of the car was quiet except for the music Kay had connected from his phone and the car heater to warm us up.
“But I won't do that anymore either." He promised, softly.
"What will you do now?" I look down and bite down my lip, hoping it helps the blushing.
"Here." His left hand pats his thighs and his other hand circled my waist, pulling me fro
