Too Late To Beg
"Why do you seem sad? It is just one more week. You can focus on other things during that time."
A small smile played at the corners of her mouth.
"Other things like Leonardo Price."
I rolled my eyes.
"What is that look for?" Poppy asked, her eyebrows arching dramatically. "You two already had hot sex. Who was it who said, and I quote, 'the sex was mind-blowing even though I was literally dying'? Because I am fairly certain that person was you."
I grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and hurled it at her.
She caught it easily, laughing, and pointed it at me accusingly.