forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Arvil nodded, stepping a little closer to her. “Definitely,” he hummed. “We could walk around a little more.”

“Walking sounds good,” Daisy agreed as her smile softened. She held his hand a little tighter, almost hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Arvil brushed his thumb against her hand when she tightened her hold on his hand, though his face showed no signs that he even noticed.

"It honestly feels more like a date than a honeymoon," Arvil admitted with one hand in his pocket. "Or is it just me?"

Daisy’s smile widened, only slightly, when she felt Arvil’s thumb brush over her hand gently. The pink in her cheek darkened a bit, and she glanced down.

“Oh. Oh, no, I get it,” she mused softly. “I guess it kinda does feel that way, huh?”

Since it was slightly dark now, Arvil didn’t catch the blush on her cheeks, but he did see her wide grin. It made him smile, too.

“It is to be expected,” he said softly, not wanting to think of the reason why. “How long… should we keep this up, Daisy?”

He wished he could take back that question. He didn’t want to know.

Daisy paused momentarily, her hand slipping loosely from Arvil’s. She crossed her arms tightly around her stomach, glancing away.

Of course. This wasn't real. None of it was. Why couldn't she seem to remember that? This was just going to end in pain for one of both of them…

“Oh… That’s a good question,” she murmured. “Um. Maybe a month? Or two? I don’t know, Arvil. How long is a fake relationship supposed to last?” Her final words were clipped, giving a bit more bite to them than she meant to. She didn’t apologize, though. She couldn’t. She wasn’t sorry for the words, just the way she said them.

Fake relationship. The bite in those words felt like a harsh slap to the face. Arvil winced slightly, though he didn’t show it much.

“I’m afraid I don’t know the answer to that, either,” he murmured under his breath. “Guess we’ll just have to see how long we last.”

“I guess we will,” she mumbled under her breath.

The rest of the walk went in silence before they finally reached the villa. Daisy slipped inside and made her way to her room before Arvil could stop her, not sure what she would even say, anyway. Plus, she needed to change into her swimsuit if they really were going to go swimming.

Arvil opened his mouth to call after Daisy, but sighed, stopping himself. What would he even say to her? He had no idea.

He took a seat on the couch, deciding to wait for her in case she still wanted to go swimming. If not… then he’d bid her goodnight through the door and retreat to his own room.

Once Daisy was in the confines of her bedroom, she fell back against the door with a groan. She buried her face in her hands as she slid down to the floor.

This was ridiculous. She shouldn’t be so worked up about this… There was no—

Oh no. Oh, no, had it been a month already? It didn’t feel like it had. But that would explain why she was so hungry and why her emotions were all over the place.

Another groan escaped past her lips as she pushed herself to her feet. A quick trip to the bathroom confirmed what she already knew: her period had come.

Awesome. Just fricking awesome…

When Daisy hadn’t come out of her room, Arvil sighed. That meant he had screwed up. That also meant a goodnight.

Slowly, he dragged his feet to her door and leaned against it on his side, knocking gently.

“Hey, Daisy,” he started softly, “I’m sorry if I said anything that offended you. Just… have a goodnight, yeah? I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Daisy had just cleaned herself up a bit and gotten into her suit, making sure to put on a coverup also, when she heard Arvil knock. Her gaze drifted to the door, and she sighed softly, putting her face in her hands and shaking her head slowly. After a quick moment, she shook herself out and walked to the door.

“I was just getting ready to go swim,” she started softly as she opened the door, lifting her gaze to meet Arvil’s. “I wasn’t trying to avoid you. Did you want to come?”

Arvil leaned against the doorway, moving away in time before she opened the door. He looked her over, his eyes darkening slightly when he noticed her bare legs. She would go out like that? Then he scolded himself. It wasn't right to feel like this.

"I'd come with you, yeah," he answered quietly.

Daisy blinked, her arms wrapping around her stomach when she saw the look in his eyes. He got that way just from seeing her legs? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen them before… She’d worn shorts when they went to lunch, even.

“All right, then,” she murmured, trying not to chew on her lip. “Let’s go find a beach.”

“Yes,” he managed out, trying not to look at her legs. It was a good thing they were out swimming in the evening. He really didn’t want anyone staring at her like that. “Let’s go.”

Daisy nodded, and they made their way or the door. As they walked, she kept her arms around herself, unsure of what to do now, after their… whatever it was.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured abruptly, not able to look at him as she spoke. “I didn’t mean to say what I said how I said it earlier…”

“No, it’s fine,” Arvil assured her, his hands in his pockets. “I asked that question at a bad time, too.”

“Well, I didn’t have to respond how I did,” Daisy argued, shaking her head. “It was rude of me.”

“Well, if you feel that way, then it’s all right,” Arvil told her, sighing. “Don’t worry about it, Daisy.”

“Okay…” Daisy sighed, her head hanging still. “Were there any good places to swim that you saw? Any beaches or pools?”

"There's actually a plunge pool on the second floor," Arvil said, suddenly remembering. "I'd forgotten about that."

“Oh. That’s right. Should we go back to that?” Daisy asked, finally looking up at him.

"It's up to you," Arvil said, though he wanted to say 'yes'. He didn't want anyone else admiring her. It took everything out of him to keep his eyes on her face and not on those long, smooth legs. "I mean, you want to swim."

“Well… I mean, we’re already out here. Why don’t we look for a nice stretch of beach?” Daisy suggested with a shrug. “We can use the plunge pool another time.”

This woman… did she have no idea what she looked like? She could’ve worn something bigger than that on her coverup. Something that went down till her knees so she wouldn’t be getting as much attention. So people could keep their eyes off of—

Arvil halted that thought abruptly. He was not her husband. Not really. He had no right to even think about telling her what she should and shouldn’t be wearing. And he definitely had no right to to keep her away from being admired like that. This relationship was not going to last. He needed to remember that.

“Sure, we can do that,” he said instead, giving a nonchalant shrug. “It would be less crowded, anyway. The beach, I mean.”