Forbidden Fruit Taste So Sweet
I might not have won Daria back yet, but the fact that I find her avoiding my gaze in the kitchen, entirely red in the face, gives me some self-confidence.
Of course, I take a seat next to her, flashing her a grin that makes her roll her eyes. Brooklyn is preparing a pie while listening to the radio, and I move my legs to the side—touching Daria gives me a sick thrill, and I beam like a child when she glares at me.
"Don't do that!" She whispers at me, although it sounds more like a hiss coming from a kitten.
I fake innocence. "What do you mean?"
Daria groans but hides her discomfort when Brooklyn turns around with our plates. The entire kitchen smells like warm apple pie, and I lick my lips,