Peaches

For the rest of the evening, Brett didn’t leave Daisy's side or allow her to leave him. He kept his right hand linked with her left all the way through dinner, choosing to eat one-handed rather than release his hold on her.

Lana, who had taken a seat on the other side of him at their table, gave him a curious look. "I remember you being right handed." She frowned.

"I still am," he said, lifting their joined hands from under the table and kissing Daisy's fingertips.

Daisy swallowed hard and felt foolish and insecure, knowing that he was doing all that just to prove a point to her, to let her know that she is his priority. She lifted her eye and became conscious of Lana's scrutiny.

She faced her meal once again. Unfortunately, the romantic gesture Brett displayed didn’t keep him from talking to Lana throughout the meal, leaving Daisy feeling fidgety and unhappy.

She saw more of the back of Brett's head than his face.

"Why can't they serve something more edible.."

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