Not A Nymph

"You brought sponge and soaps? You bought my soap." Brett giggled, pulling the items out of the big bag Daisy came with.

"Yes, I didn't know the place would be fully stocked. I was expecting a mini apartment and I thought you might forget to buy some things." She replied.

"Everything we need is here, Sunshine."

"Wow!" She gasped, reeling from the intentional sights she took in about the apartment.

She had before now, created a totally different idea of what the place would look like.

He pulled the sponge and soaps away when Daisy reached for them. "Your gifts are always thoughtful. Tell me what you were thinking about when you bought these."

"I was thinking about how to make you keep thinking about me." She replied.

"I do think about you, Sunshine. Every minute of every day," he murmured.

"Let me give you a clearer picture. I was thinking about being all hot, sweaty and desperate for you."

"Umm that's a fantasy I indulge in often." He said.

At his words, Daisy smiled. "