forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Daisy shook her head, though a smile was playing on her lips. This man… He was going to be the death of her, wasn’t he?

“All right, all right… I’ll take the window seat, please,” she said as she glanced around.

Arvil hummed, satisfied with her decision. And with the smile on her face.

“Those are our seats,” Arvil said, stopping in front of a pair on the left. “Ladies first.”

[TIME SKIP: A COUPLE OF HOURS]

Arvil had rented out a nice resort for the two of them to stay at. He selected it for the activities. Boating was available, as well as pools and three beaches that he’d been told were never crowded. The resort kept the guest number to a minimum. And of course, it also kept privacy, something Arvil knew he and Daisy really needed.

As for their rooms, there was an enormous villa, along with plunge pools. When Arvil had thought about them, he had imagined being in there with Daisy, and never thought about that again. It was too much.

After they’d reached their destination, a driver had been waiting for them. Their resort was about twenty minutes away from the airport, which relieved Arvil. He really wanted to rest after the long plane ride.

Finally, they reached where they’d be staying, and Arvil moved to open the door.

“Here we are,” he murmured. “Ready, darling?”

The whole plane ride, Daisy had been looking out the window or watching a show. When they landed, Arvil had a car waiting for them already… of course… It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, and this time it actually hadn’t. It seemed she was getting used to his over-the-top things.

And then they arrived at the place where they were staying, and Daisy realized that the photos hadn’t done it justice. She’d known, of course, where they were staying and what was included, but she hadn’t realized just how beautiful the place was.

“Wow,” she murmured as she looked out the window. And then Arvil was speaking, and she turned to him again. “Yes. Let’s go. I would kind of like to rest for a bit.”

“Are you hungry?” Arvil asked when they were finally inside their villa. It was big for just two people, but it was nice.

There were three rooms, and from what Arvil could see, they were spacious. Two rooms were on the bottom, so he believed the final was on the second floor. There was also a kitchen attached to the first floor. The plunge pool was supposed to be with the second floor, and truthfully, he didn’t know if he would ever use it.

He also didn’t know if they were sharing a room or not. He and Daisy hadn’t talked about that yet, and it was an awkward conversation. After all, their relationship was made out of lies.

“Not particularly,” Daisy replied with a shrug. “So… Which room are we in? Or rooms… Are we sleeping separately?”

I’m not sure we should sleep together, anyway… We might lose track of boundaries…

“There are three rooms, so pick whichever one you like,” Arvil told her, purposefully avoiding answering her last question. They were sleeping separately. “I think it would be better if both of us stayed on the same floor.”

Daisy hummed, nodding slowly. “That’s true, I suppose. Let’s go check them out before we choose, then.”

Arvil nodded before they began to walk to the first room. Honestly, he didn’t mind whichever room he got. He didn’t really care.

The first room had a king sized bed with white sheets and a dark blue comforter. The pillows were also of the same dark blue cover. There was another door, which Arvil believed to be leading to the bathroom.

There was a window on wall in front of the bed, and the curtains were drawn, so light spilled into the room. A long, brown desk rested on the left side of the bed with a lamp sitting on it. The wall on the back of the bed was brown, each block of a different shade.

Daisy glanced around the room, noticing the large bed and dim colors. She shook her head a little, wondering if the other room was better. Maybe it would have a smaller bed, too.

“I’d like to look at the other room before choosing, I think,” she mused, looking up at Arvil.

Arvil grinned at her, chuckling softly.

“Of course,” he hummed. “Let’s go, then. See if the other room is more to your liking.”

Daisy smiled softly at Arvil’s laugh, and she followed him out of the room. They made their way to the other one, stopping in the doorway to survey it.

This room was a bit smaller, fairly simple, and had a smaller bed, too. This one was a queen-sized bed, rather than the giant king-sized of the other room. The walls were a soft white, contrasting with the black bed frame and dresser. Across from the dresser was a door, and she assumed it led to the bathroom.

“This room actually seems nicer than the last one,” Daisy mused quietly to herself as she took a step further in. “Do you mind if I take this room?”

“I don’t mind,” Arvil said, leaning against the doorframe. “If this is to your liking, you should take it.”

Like he mentioned before, he didn’t care which room he ended up in. The first room was a bit spacious, but he would make do with that. They would spend one week in here, and then another in Paris before finally returning to New York.

Daisy nodded a bit, glancing around the room one last time. When she turned back to Arvil, she gave him a small smile and shrugged.

“Then I guess I’ll be taking this one. Where did you set my things?” she asked, taking a step closer to him.

Arvil, though he noticed Daisy getting closer to him, turned back, pointing to the living room with his thumb.

"I set your suitcase near the door," he answered calmly. "And mine, too. I do suggest we don't unpack, though, because we'll be leaving next week, and it's a hassle to pack again. But that's just me being lazy."

“If we’ll be here for a week, then I would think unpacking would be a good idea,” Daisy mused, moving to step around Arvil. “Why wouldn’t unpacking be a good idea for a week-long stay?”

“Because then we’ll be wasting time in packing again,” Arvil replied with a quiet chuckle. “I’m organized, not counting my work habits, but I would feel too lazy in unpacking and then packing after a short number of days.”

“Seven isn’t such a short time,” Daisy protested with her own soft chuckle. She nudged him with her elbow, pushing him out of her way.

“Isn’t it, though?” Arvil quirked an eyebrow, grabbing her elbow when she nudged him. “But oh, well. You do you, darling.”

Daisy crinkled her nose up when Arvil grabbed her elbow. She pulled her arm away, or tried to, anyway.

“Give me my arm back, Mr. Nerd,” she said with a laugh. “C’mon.”

Arvil chuckled, shaking his head at her with a teasing glint in his eyes.

“I feel like we’ve gone through this before,” he said. “Except, it was your finger.”

“Yes, I feel like we have. You just have an affinity for grabbing me and not letting go, hm?” Daisy teased him back, blinking up at him with an innocent smile.

“Now that’s a lie, darling,” Arvil murmured as he let go of her arm and grabbing her waist instead, pressing her against the wall. The smirk was still on his face. “I do let you go, y’know.”

The breath left Daisy’s lungs when Arvil’s hands took her of her waist, and she was suddenly pressed against the wall. She stared up at him for a moment, lips parted and eyes slightly widened in surprise.

Did he even know what he did to her? That… was a cruel move. A very cruel but very attractive move.

“Oh, do you, now?” she asked, her voice a bit breathless as hear blossomed in her cheeks. “It seems as if it’s only when you feel like letting go that you do.”

Arvil’s eyes darkened as he took her in, and though he told himself to pull away, his body didn’t cooperate. He found himself lowering until their noses were barely touching, and he observed her pink cheeks, and the breathlessness in her voice.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Daisy,” he murmured. “I let go because I have to.”