"Are you going so soon?" Daniel asks.

"Yeah got shit at the office." I stand up.

"But... please stay." Daniel grabs my arm. 

I tie my hair up. I turn to him. Why is he so perfect? His skin is whiter as snow. His lips were sweeter than candy. His hair was red like fire. I'm surprised someone so sweet would chouse a big, withered tree like me. I work in blood. I've been shot at. I've killed before. The FBI is all crazy in so many ways I can't even count.

"I have work." I say.

"Remember the last time you went into the office?" Daniel pulls me down.

"Oh fuck. Thank you for that." I push him off of me.

I take my shirt.

"Pleaaaase?" He gives me puppy eyes.

I let out a breath. I put down my shirt.

"Oh fuck me. Fine..." I say.

"Great!" He grabs me.

"I meant I'll stay for breakfast!" I chuckle.

"Too late. You agreed" He pulls me back into bed.

"Okay, okay, okay. But I am starving, can we do this quick?" I ask.

"How quick do you think I am?" He giggles.

"Fair..." I sigh.