Sitting on furniture felt foreign and almost unnatural. He leaned back in the chair, warm from the fire and belly full. He could feel her watching him and it was unnerving, the tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. He couldn't recall when things changed but one thing was for sure, she had worked her way into his hardened heart and he hated it. It made things so awkward and uncomfortable and impossible to be an asshole to her.

"Daryl...um Daryl...hellloooo" she finally raised her voice and was waving her hand in his face. He snapped out of it glaring up at her. "What the hell was that for Beth?" She jumped back startled at his tone, she should be used to it by now but she wasn't. She pointed her finger at him accusingly, " excuse me but I've been sitting here trying to get your attention and you are just over there zoned out, so you gonna tell me what's on your mind?" He tried his best to glare at her but she just stood there smiling waiting for an explanation. "I am thinking you need to go to bed and get some sleep. There is work to do tomorrow if we are gonna stay here for a few days and we could use the rest." she shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think that is what you were thinking but I am tired so I will let it go for now. I am going to go and wash off and see if I can find anything clean to wear." With that she sauntered off towards the bedroom leaving him reeling with the image of her washing her naked body all lathered in soap. Whoa Whoa Whoa...this has got to stop he chastised himself, she's a child he tried to tell himself. He knew deep down that wasn't true though. He finally came to the conclusion that she had bewitched him in some way, with her angel voice and her sapphire eyes. This was enough to drive a man out of his mind, his own personal hell...yet he wouldn't want to be anywhere else with anyone else. He was right where he wanted to be and that scared him to death.

She had managed to find one night gown and some panties, it felt so good to be in something that she hadn't had on for days on end. Her clothes were almost crunchy they were so dirty, she would have to wash their things out in the tub tomorrow. She was almost puzzled at the lack of personal items in the house, she wondered if it was someone's vacation home. Either way she was just glad they were there, she couldn't wait to get snuggled into him in that big bed. Now all she had to do was figure out how she was gonna get him in there, he wasn't easily convinced into doing something that wasn't his idea.

She tiptoed down the hall not sure why she was feeling so shy, maybe it had something to do with all of these new feelings and semi naughty thoughts going through her mind. She slowly exhaled the breath she wasn't aware she had been holding before she turned the corner. " I found you some clean sweat pants if you want to get cleaned up before bed, I put them in the bathroom for you. " He sat there not sure what to say, his breath caught in his throat. She looked so beautiful with her hair down and the night gown was so thin you could almost see through it. It was just a canvas of creamy skin, he nodded mutely not able to speak and practically ran to the bathroom. When he finally reached the bathroom he gripped the countertop trying to catch his breath and looked at himself in the mirror. God must be laughing at me he decided, Daryl Dixon so obviously fucked up by some little teenage girl. He had been with countless women... in public restrooms, inside and outside of bars even on his motorcycle. No one in his entire life had him like she had him. He had to stop the shaking, he couldn't face her like this. He grabbed the washcloth and began to clean himself up and tried to think of anything but her.

He took a deep breath and opened the door to step into the bedroom, he stopped dead in his tracks. It felt like someone had punched him in the gut when he saw her sitting there right in the middle of the bed with her hair falling down around her shoulders, head tilted to the side smiling at him. "So which side do you usually sleep on?" there she had gotten it out, she couldn't help but notice he did resemble a deer in the headlights. She thought she saw him tremble, his mouth was clenched shut and she could see him working his jaw muscles. The way he was looking at her though made her warm and she could feel a gush between her legs, she absently rubbed her thighs together thinking this might not be as hard as she thought.