[ well. she's glad he doesn't hate it. that much she can admit fairly quickly, if not to him then at least to herself. she's glad for the other part, too — the soft compliment, the gentle caress along her arms that drags goosebumps in its wake, the twining of hands even in a light touch — even if she can't quite verbalize it.
the soft flush on her cheeks does a damn good enough job as it is.
he looks good as well, though she doesn't think he needs her to tell him that. fashion consultants, even false ones, should know how to dress themselves, and the cut of his suit so perfectly done tells her that he knows damn well how to do it. but he does look good, and so it's reason enough for daisy to lean that much closer in, stepping up on bare tiptoes to brush her lips against the line of his jaw. ]
rly cute faces at midnight thx
the soft flush on her cheeks does a damn good enough job as it is.
he looks good as well, though she doesn't think he needs her to tell him that. fashion consultants, even false ones, should know how to dress themselves, and the cut of his suit so perfectly done tells her that he knows damn well how to do it. but he does look good, and so it's reason enough for daisy to lean that much closer in, stepping up on bare tiptoes to brush her lips against the line of his jaw. ]
Thanks for not shaving.
[ since he threatened to. ]