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She makes a show of starting the timer, but there’s no actual timer for her to start. Instead, she focuses on leaning in for another kiss, this one lingering much longer than the last. Willing to give up this charade in order to sink into the warmth of him. “How about that one?” Daisy whispers against his mouth, having moved close enough so she’s standing next to him now, one of her hands around the back of his neck as she smiles lovingly at him.
The thing that he loves about Daisy — about being with her, is that they play. They have so much fun together, regardless of what they’re doing. So when she makes a big show of setting an invisible timer, he can’t help but let out a small chuckle, leaning up for the kiss, a smirk on his face once they break apart. “Still not quite there,” he hums, hands moving to her waist to pull her into his lap ( ah, but they both know he’s not going to finish whatever he was writing ). “Try again?”












