"Why are you staring at me like that?" Daisy was embarrassed at his gaze. Edward was looking at her with love and desire in his eyes. And staring hard.
"Oh, I just found my wife so attractive, so hot." Edward touched the tip of her nose to show his affection. Actually he wanted to come clean and shared everything he knew with Daisy. But Edward worried that it would cause problems. He didn't know everything himself yet.
"Edward, I've got lots of work to do." Daisy told him. Daisy couldn't control her feelings when she was near her charming husband. She didn't know why. Was it because she loved him even more now? Or was it because she was girlish and giddy while with him?
"Okay, get back to work. I'll leave you alone. I have work to do, too." Edward had agreed to never come between Daisy and her work. He was a man of his word, and did as asked.
She put herself in work mode, not allowing her emotions to interfere. She nodded at him and got to it.
Edward sat down at his desk and continued to stare at Daisy. Her face was cold as ice. Her aloofness was a wall preventing Edward from getting close. 'Why was she so cold to me just now? Did she know who called him? Or is there some other reason?' Edward thought to himself.
Even without looking up, Daisy could tell Edward was staring at her. But she had no time for him. Daisy was an officer, so she had to bear the responsibility of her work. So they sat in silence, worrying about the same thing.
Night had fallen. After finishing the work, Daisy breathed a sigh of relief and moved her head around to soothe her aching neck. Edward dozed off in his chair.
Daisy looked at him, trying to determine if he was resting or sleeping. Daisy thought about getting a blanket for him.
Edward broke the silence, his deep voice came crashing through the quiet. It startled her. "Are you done?"
"Yeah. I'm done." Daisy ran her hand through her hair in embarrassment. She looked away. Was it the call that caused him to be distant? To Daisy, he was still the beautiful and proud boy standing against the sun on that warm afternoon. She was 16, and had met no one like him since then. Edward noticed that she had grown apart from him lately. Even his affection couldn't change her profound distrust. It must be because of the mysterious phone call. Daisy's heart ached when she looked at Edward's sad face. If she could, she'd trade places with him. Seeing him unhappy hurt her a lot.
Daisy sighed. She'd been the passive one in this relationship. It is said that the one who falls first falls the deepest. It's true. Even a frown from him made her heart ache. She had to fight these feelings, so the other issues she had with him could be resolved first.
Edward fondled her cheek with his white tapered fingers and tucked a stand of hair behind one of her ears. His luminous eyes traveled slowly over Daisy's face, finally fixing on her full lips.
Daisy felt uneasy under Edward's warm eyes. She swallowed, face blushing, and didn't know where to look.
Edward was amused by her awkward response. He smiled teasingly, which made his face even more beautiful. Daisy was enchanted by the charming man in front of her and her heart raced uncontrollably. But she was torn: should she throw herself into his arms and fend off other women? Or should she just run away while her sanity was still there?
Finally, Daisy followed her feelings, kissing the man she loved so much. As for Edward, the charming smile on his face froze as he felt surprised to see his cool wife take the initiative.
At this point in time, Daisy threw away all scruples and all fears of other women, past girlfriends. She just wanted to enjoy this moment, wrapped in his arms, the moment when he belonged only to her. Maybe he'd make her sad. Maybe he would run away from her just like before. But all the torture didn't matter, because this moment was worth it. If she had to be a single mom, so be it.
Edward had never been a softie. He always got everything he wanted, whether it was a woman he desired or a deal he had to make. Edward never lost.
He began to care for Daisy, though. He felt sad when Daisy ignored him, panicked when she was silent, and it was hard to breathe when she was cold as ice. Perhaps Edward didn't know what love was. He was not an emotional man, and didn't want to fall for any woman. But if she could possess his heart, she would be everything to him.
He didn't know why the aloof beauty kissed him, but Edward was a skilled kisser. He developed the kiss into a hot, passionate affair, a way to banish the sense of loss he'd felt the whole night.