Marcus made no effort to hide his gaze and Daisy leaned into him, resting her head on Marcus’s arm. He raised his arm inviting Daisy in further to r...st her head on his torso.As Daisy snuggled in she turned herself slightly towards him and rested her right hand on Marcus’s chest. She raised her legs and tucked them in under her thighs. “You are so muscly” Daisy complemented Marcus. “You must really work out” she added as her hand gently stroked Marcus’s left pec muscle through the thin material. The scent of his hair on the pillow, the smell of sweat and skin on the sheets, the tinge of his essence on her own body, it was enough to drive anyone out of their mind. Would she see him again? She was sure there would be another time. The torment of the whole mystery was that she could never really tell him goodbye. In his presence she had to be cold-hearted. It was self-preservation. He never took her seriously, he just expected her to always be there. It was enough to make her feel hollow. “Yes, I have given us a LOT of serious thought, and not just about what’s between my fingers. Those nights when I came back to bed after you had already fallen asleep? I sat up looking at you and thinking about everything that putting you in my life would mean. I know it may have sounded like I was playing down Frankie, and I want you to understand, he was my best friend in the world, he treated me like a queen, but he just wasn’t the perfect lover. I made him extremely happy and he made me. “Not that I think that he’s serious. I remember what age I was when he first asked me out. If he actually raises an objection when she’s that age, I’ll remind him.”“That will be your real problem, dear.”“What?”“Bob was almost your first date, wasn’t he?”“Third. Second, really. The first dance I went stag. Do girls go stag?”“Well, dear, what happens when Cat goes to her third dance with a boy? She’s a freshman. She comes home and says, ‘I’m in love; I’m going to marry him; whatever we do is.