forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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“That works for me,” Arvil said, keeping the same smirk on his face despite the disappointment coursing through him. “Try again, love.”

Daisy hummed and picked the bow up from where she’d set it down. “Okay, so I hold it like this, and I nock the arrow like this…”

“You pull it back as much as possible,” Arvil softly grabbed her hand and pulled it back, his other hand resting on her waist. He let go of her hand to lift her elbow higher before setting it back on her hand. “Make sure only three of your fingers are holding onto the arrow and the string. And once you’re sure where you’re going to hit, let go.”

Daisy stiffened slightly at his hand on her waist, and she nodded slowly. “Right. Okay. So then I just…” she trailed off as she aimed and then shot, hitting the right edge of the target.

Arvil smiled and stepped away from her. “Good enough, Daisy. Try it again, one last time. You’ll get tired.”

Daisy hummed in acknowledgment of his words. She shifted her fingers on the string, then took them off to shake them out a little before grabbing another arrow. With some minor adjustments to where she was aiming, she pulled back and let it go. This time, the arrow hit much closer to the center, just off to the left a bit.

“There we go,” he grinned, gently taking the bow from her. “We’ll do this again next time. We don’t want your arms hurting too much.”

He hung the bow back on the wall before furrowing his eyebrows. He grabbed a marker from the side and on the corner of the bow, he wrote Daisy’s name in a small yet elegant handwriting.

“And now it’s yours,” he murmured, clasping the marker and setting it away before he began to collect the arrows. “Do your arms hurt, Daisy?”

Daisy watched curiously as he wrote her name on the bow. He really did expect this to go on for a while, didn’t he? Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad, anyway. Arvil was a pretty nice guy, and he was funny, if a bit suggestive at times. She could definitely handle a bit of suggestiveness.

“No, my arms feel fine,” she assured him, shaking her head. “My fingers kind of hurt, though, but it’s no big deal.”

Once he put the arrows away, Arvil walked toward her and gently reached for her hand, fingers brushing against the harsh lines of the string dug into her skin. His eyebrows furrowed.

“At least you aren’t hurt,” he murmured, letting go of her hand the second he was done with his inspection. “Do make sure to move your fingers occasionally. I can have someone bring you an ice pack if your fingers get too sore.”

Daisy kept her eyes on his face when he looked at her fingers. His touch was soft, gentle… He held her like she was a glass vase and could break at any moment. And she was intrigued by that.

“No, I think I’m fine,” she insisted softly. “Thanks anyway, Arvil.”

Well, I can’t have my fiancée hurt,” Arvil muttered, turning around, pretending he wasn’t aware of Daisy’s eyes on him. “C’mon, let’s go back to my office. I should also look at what Kenseth wanted me to look at.”

“Okay. That sounds fine,” Daisy agreed as she followed him. “Are there water bottles anywhere? I’m a little thirsty…”

“Yeah, I can get you water from a vending machine,” he said to her as they walked to the elevator. “It’s also on my floor. You’ll just need to wait a few minutes.”

Daisy nodded, glancing around the room again as they made their way to the elevator. “Sure, that’s fine. I don’t mind waiting.”

The elevator door opened and Arvil stepped inside, waiting for Daisy to do the same before he punched in the number for his floor.

Daisy leaned against the wall of the elevator as they descended to Arvil’s floor again. She couldn’t stop thinking about his hand on her waist, how she was nearly pressed up against him when he was helping her, how the employee had thought that there was “sexual tension” in the room… Did they really exude that kind of tension? Did they make it look like they wanted nothing more than to devour each other completely?

And now she was blushing slightly at her own thoughts. She couldn’t even think about it without getting flustered… Great…

Arvil sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. What was he doing, really? At that moment, when she was pressed up against him, he really had wanted to kiss her. Even in the elevator, he wanted to kiss her. For his part, he couldn’t deny there was tension, but Daisy? He knew no matter how many times he got her flustered, she wouldn’t want him like that.

Then the elevator beeped, opened and Arvil stepped out, eyes falling to the vending machines to their side.

“You want just water?” He quirked an eyebrow, though he didn’t look at her.

Daisy stepped out after Arvil, following him silently to the vending machine. At his question, she nodded, then realized he wasn’t looking at her and, therefore, couldn’t see her.

“Yes, please. Just water is fine,” she answered quietly, crossing her arms over her chest like a shield for her thoughts.

Even now, she was wondering if he really would have kissed her. Actually, she knew he would have. The look in his eyes told her that he would. But would she have kissed him back? Would she have liked it? And what if she had? What then? They weren’t supposed to actually end up liking each other, this was just fake. So were the feelings that were slowly beginning to come with it fake, too? Or were those real?

Arvil slid a dollar in the machine, punching in the numbers for the water and waiting for it to drop down. When it did, he bent down, took it out, and handed the bottle to his fake fiancée.

That moment… if he had kissed her, was there any chance she would have kissed him back? Or would she have pushed him away and given him a smack on the face? He certainly deserved it for pulling stunts like that. At this point, he wasn’t even trying to prove it to people that they were engaged. He just wanted to be close to her, and that was stupid. He wasn’t supposed to be developing feelings. It was a fake engagement. It was a lie. This whole thing between them was a lie and Arvil needed to think of it as such.

“Come on, let’s get back to my office,” he murmured, glancing her way for a short while before turning back to his office door. “Unless, of course, you want to go back to the third floor.”

Daisy shook her head and followed him, uncapping the bottle and taking a sip. “No, let’s go. Thank you for the water,” she said quietly.

This was just such a mess… All of this. What if they got into a situation where they had to kiss? Would she like it? Would he like it? There would definitely be times they had to, like if they really did end up having to marry each other for instance. So she just hoped that the times would be few and far between.

[Time Skip: Saturday afternoon]

Daisy sat at the coffee shop table near the window, typing something into her laptop. Beside the computer was a cooling cup of coffee, still steaming since it had just come a moment ago. She had tried to drink it when it came, but she had burned her tongue in doing so. For now, she would let it cool as she waited for Arvil to join her.

Arvil opened the door to his car and stepped out, sighing as he locked it and slid the keys in his pocket. He was to meet Daisy in the coffee shop for what they called a ‘date,’ but it was more of a fake one than a real like. Like everything about them was like.

When he entered, he saw her typing on her laptop and a grin covered his features. She had her back to him, which made it even better. So Arvil crept up behind her, removed her glasses with one hand and quickly placing the other over her eyes.

“Guess who~?” He sang in her ear, grinning.

Daisy jumped and tore his hand from her eyes. She spun around to glare at them, once again realizing her mistake. His face had already been right next to hers, and now they were practically nose to nose. She leaned away and glared at him.

“Don’t do that! Oh my gosh, are you trying to give me a heart attack?” she exclaimed, reaching for her glasses that he still held in her hand.

Arvil blinked when her face was suddenly too close, their noses barely touching. Then she pulled away and glared at him, scolding him for scaring her. His expression melted to from a rather smug one and he threw his head back, laughing.

“Oh, God, that was hilarious,” he laughed, shaking his hear. “Daisy Darling, you are amazing. For a second there, I thought you would slam your elbow in my face!”

“Shut up,” Daisy grumbled, still trying to reach for her glasses. “Give me those. I need them to see, you know.”