forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Can't I just have dinner with my fiancee?" Arvil quirked an eyebrow. "Do I need a reason to do so?"

Daisy shrugged. “I suppose. But is there a reason or not?”

Arvil grumbled under his breath. "I was hoping we could talk about the marriage venues," he muttered before adding something else. "And I wanted to see you."

“Oh, sure—“ Daisy stopped when he continued, blushing slightly. “O-oh… Sure. Yeah. It’s nice to see you, too.”

Arvil winked. "Of course it is. I didn't doubt that one bit," he held out his hand for her. "Now let's go. I'm starving."

Jerk. He made her break her promise to herself already…

“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming. Let’s go,” Daisy said, grabbing her purse and shooing him out the door.

Arvil laughed when she urged him out the door. He shook his head and walked over to his car, unlocking it and opening the door for Daisy. "For my wonderful lady."

“Why, thank you,” Daisy said, curtsying jokingly before slipping into the car.

Arvil shut the door behind her before walking over to the driver's side, opening the door and sitting down. He buckled his seatbelt and turned on the engine. "So, how is my darling today?"

“I’m great. I worked from home today, hence why you got that lovely picture of me in my pjs,” Daisy hummed, glancing out the window before turning back to Arvil. “And how are you?”

“And lovely picture, it was,” Arvil chuckled, driving out of the parking lot. “I’m… something. I was actually up since last night, but my system’s completely filled with coffee.”

“Something… I’m guessing it’s not a good something if you were up all night?” Daisy guessed, raising her eyebrows at him. “Why were you up so late?”

Arvil shrugged. “I usually do that,” he murmured, taking a turn. “It’s not an unusual occurrence for me. I had some things to look over and I didn’t realize the entire night had passed away.”

“That’s awful for your health. You should try setting an alarm so you sleep,” Daisy said, pulling her legs up under her and looking back outside. “A lack of sleep can cause your whole body to shut down, you know.”

“Yes, yes, I know, mom,” Arvil rolled his eyes, but there was a smile on his features. “You don’t have to baby me, Daisy. I know what I’m doing. I’ve gone far longer without sleep. It’s to be expected. I’m a workaholic.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s good for you,” Daisy muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes at the window.

“Maybe when we get married, you could put me to bed,” Arvil joked, keeping his eyes on the road. “Good idea, no?”

Daisy flushed again. This man… Why did he have to say things like this? A simple word and she was blushing. How could he hold such sway over her?

“Maybe I will,” she murmured, still avoiding looking at him by watching the scenery pass by. “Or maybe I’ll steal your work and hide it until you learn to go to bed yourself.”

Arvil looked at her from the corner of his eye, still smiling when he caught her flushed cheeks. How strange…

“Then who will do my work, Darling?” He questioned, furrowing his eyebrows. “I’ll be behind. That’s not a good thing.”

“Hm. It would only be for the night. If you really need he might to catch up on your work, you should stop taking days off to see me,” Daisy said, shooting him a quick glance. The smile on his lips made her want to smile, and her lips twitches up into part of one.

“What can I say, Daisy? You make me want to see you again and again. I’m never satisfied,” though his words were honest, he purposefully added a flirty tone. “If anything, it’s your fault.”

Daisy snorted and turned to face him again, wiping the blush off her cheeks after a moment. “That is no excuse to get behind on your work turning the day. Will you at least try to sleep better in the days leading up to our wedding? Starting tonight?”

Arvil sighed, closed his eyes for less than a second before he nodded, keeping his eyes off of Daisy. “Yeah, okay,” he murmured. “I’ll try. I’ll try to fix my sleeping schedule.”

Daisy looked over him for a moment before nodding. “Thank you. I only ask because… Well, because I care, obviously. I mean, that’s what a good friend would do, isn’t it? Friends worry and care about each other.”

It took everything out of Arvil to not snarl at the choice of used she used. Friend. Friend.

“Yeah,” he murmured, gripping the steering wheel tightly in his hold. “They sure do. You’re such a great friend, love.”