"I'm sorry."

"I believe you."

"Then give me another chance."

"Not tonight."

"I fucked up," he admitted with a sigh.

"Yeah," I agreed flatly. "You did."

"Yeah, I did." Grabbing the remote control off the mattress, he clicked the mute button. "But let's not forget that you're the one who ditched me in your bed the morning after. You ran out on me first, Molls."

My mouth fell open. "Because I panicked!"

He glared back at me. "And I didn't?"

"Well, it's not like it was your first time," I countered shakily. "Forgive me for not having any experience in dealing with naked quarterbacks in my bed."

"Yeah? Well, forgive me for not having any experience in dealing with naked girls that I actually care about!" he shot back heatedly. "Forgive me for not having the experience to deal with the only girl I have ever cared about, Molly!"

Trembling, I gaped at him. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that you were dead wrong when you insinuated that I regretted you," he snapped. "Dead fucking wrong."

"Molly-Sue?" A sharp knocking came from the other side of my bedroom door. "Sweetheart, are you alright in there?"

My eyes widened, mirroring the look of horror on Daryl's face. "Shit."

"I'm fine, Dad!" I choked out, scrambling out from beneath the covers only to push Daryl down. "Hide," I mouthed, burying him under the blankets before calling out, "I'm watching a movie."

"A movie?" The handle of my door rattled moments before it flew open and my father stepped inside. "I thought I heard voices."

"Settle down, Sherlock Holmes," I joked, purposefully sprawling on top of my duvet – and Daryl. "It's just Christian and Ana."

My father gave me a puzzled look. "Who?"

Grabbing the remote, I unmuted the television and pointed at the screen. "Fifty Shades Darker movie."

"Ah." Dad nodded in what looked like relief before his brows furrowed. "Fifty Shades you say –"

I rolled my eyes. "Goodnight, Dad."

"Goodnight, baby. Don't stay up too late."

"I won't."

"I'll be gone by the time you wake up in the morning. I'll call you as soon as I land."

"Sounds good."

"Love you, Molly-Sue."

"Love you too, Dad."

I held my breath until my bedroom door closed shut behind him. Only then did I release it and sag forward. "Jesus."

"Gosh darn-it, Molly-Sue," Daryl teased in an extra thick southern drawl, head popping out from under the covers. "It sure is past your bedtime."

Smirking, I climbed off him and walked over to lock my door. "Real funny, douchebag."

"Can I take you locking your door as a sign that you're not throwing me out right away?"

"Yes," I sighed heavily. "But you really should go home…"

"I don't wanna leave yet." He sat up slowly. "And I don't wanna lose you, either."

"You're not losing me." Feeling my resolve weaken, I folded my arms across my chest and aimed for logic. "But you have to know that things will never be the same between us again, right?"