Daisy was terribly aware of Riva’s position, cross-legged on the floor in front of the bed, Benton’s legs draped to either side of her body, his hand resting casually on the side of her neck. Daisy sat only a few inches away, but the distance might as well have been miles. She felt like she was interrupting a private moment. At the same time, she felt irritated that Benton’s presence made it feel so different to be around Riva.
When the credits rolled, Benton clicked to go on to the next episode, then muttered that he needed to go get soda from the vending machine. As he left the room, he nudged Riva significantly and obviously, and Daisy’s face flamed with embarrassment for them all.
As soon as Benton was gone, Riva turned to Daisy. “This is weird, isn’t it?”
“Um. Yes.”
“I’m sorry. Do you want to go?”