“I bet you were quite the looker too.”
“Well, Daisy seemed to think I was cute.”
“Daisy? Was she a farmer’s daughter from Oklahoma?” Chloe asked in an exaggerated southern drawl.
“Actually it was Kansas. But yeah, farmer’s daughter, personality as sweet as a Mar’s bar. She was something.”
Unable to hide the mischievous grin spreading across her face, Chloe asked. “So… how did things unfold exactly?”
“You want details?”
“All of them.”
“It started with both of us awkwardly staring into each other’s eyes. Then came this kiss that was straight out of a Hollywood movie. We fell into each other’s arms and smashed foreheads.”
“Ouch.”
“But we had a good laugh about it. Then we decided to try it again, this time slower. And boy, was it nice. She tasted like cotton candy and sky. Holding he
