I love denying her.
Futile, really.
Like chocolate. Brushing it against my lips, teasing myself with the scent…Then, snap; I cannot help but bite.
"Very well."
Her fingers flow through mine, like water filling cracks.
"I'm glad you've finally submitted to my superior taste," she says lightly.
I pretend to yawn. "Whatever you say in your infinite wisdom."
"You sound like one of the characters already. You will love Disney."
Maybe. If so, only because I love you. The things I have to go through.