I Don't Want To See You Anymore

Daisy knew she needed to cut Brett off , but she felt stringed out from the desire to be with him, which in turn, held her in. She was suppose to let him know that Saturday night was the last time she'd wanted to see him, but she couldn't.

Memories of how good his lips felt on hers and the electrifying feeling of his hand on the small of her back laced her thoughts. She found herself wanting to experience it all, again and even more. But her pan of senses pushed a bit forward.

"Brett, we don’t have any reason to have lunch together. I believe we've sorted these things out on Saturday night. I'd like to just leave it at that."

Brett's voice turned gruff. He hissed with frustration. "I know I fucked up. Don't you want to hear me out at least. Let me explain."

"You don’t have to. There's really no need for the explanation. We had an agreement and there was no way it was going to change."

"Daiz, I need to see you."

"I don’t want to." She insisted.

"We can do this the easy way, Daiz