"What are you talking about?" I exclaimed, wrestling my body into a sitting position. "That cat video was way funnier than that British kid biting his brother's finger!" We'd been having this very conversation for twenty minutes, and he still wouldn’t back down, even though the video I found was way funnier. "Admit it."

"Whatever you say," Daryl shot back with a laugh. "You're wrong, but whatever…"

"Oh my god!" I threw my hands up in the air. "I swear I give up."

My reaction caused Daryl to laugh harder. "You're adorable."

Narrowing my eyes, I shoved the cereal box at his chest. "And you're annoying. I'll bite your damn finger and let's see how funny you find that."

"If you wanna put your lips around one of my body parts, you might wanna start with my dick, baby," he laughed. "No teeth, though, ya hear?"

Baby.

A shiver rolled down my spine and I beamed down at him.

Last night really happened.

I didn't fantasize or make it up.

We were here.

Naked.

Together.

A couple!

Grinning like a dope, I took in my surroundings, familiarizing myself with a bedroom that I already had memorized by heart. "I got my first period in this bed," I destroyed the moment by blurting. Seriously? What the hell was wrong with me? "Ugh."

"I know." Instead of being disgustingly grossed out by my comment, Daryl threw his head back and laughed. "And you blamed it on me! You ran downstairs and told my mom that I tried to kill you."

My face reddened. "Only because I thought you stabbed me in my sleep!"

"With what?" he snickered "A tampon?"

"I was only nine, you jerk," I growled, pushing him down on his back. "Way too young for it to happen – and I had no freaking clue. That was a very traumatizing milestone in my life."

"Not nearly as traumatizing as it was for me," Daryl countered. "Imagine waking up to your best friend bleeding all over your favorite Batman pajamas, said best friend telling your mom that you tried to stab her, and then, when that failed, her telling all of your friends that you were the one who got a period!"

"I didn’t tell the guys that you got your period…" I blinked hard before choking out a laugh. "Oh wait, I did!"

"And Mason believed you, remember?"

"Yes!" I squealed, cackling now. "I remember."

"He was a bundle of nerves for weeks," Daryl filled in with a chuckle. "Waiting for his damn period to arrive –"

Daryl's phone went off for what had to be the twentieth time, distracting us both, and causing me to bite back a groan.

I didn’t want to leave this room.

I didn’t want anything to change.

I had a horrible, niggling feeling that once we were back in the real world, it would.

"It's Rourke again," he muttered, frowning at the screen. "I should probably answer him."

"Yeah, okay," I replied, trying to keep my tone upbeat, as I moved to climb off his lap.