And here she went again, spilling her fucking heart out about how she personally felt and it was met only by silence. It had really only been a minute or so, but it had felt like fucking forever. and in that time she'd felt incredibly embarrassed for what she'd said. It wasn't proper or ladylike at all and he probably thought less of her or something now. Which was ridiculous because everyone had hormones and it was completely natural to react to them. It wasn't like she was out fucking everything with a dick. She was just horny. It wasn't that big of a deal, was it?

And then he made a comment and she couldn't even remember what it was after he winked at her like that. She'd seen the types of girls that Clint took interest in and she'd never thought she'd ever be one of them. Sure, Daphne thought she was fairly attractive and had decent hair....but she was nothing compared to a lot of the slags that Clint was seen with on a weekly basis.

She nodded her head. "Daphne Greengrass is beyond horny," she said with a small nod. Though his next sentence made her weak at the knees. Or it would have if she'd been standing up or something. "i think....you should definitely do something about that. And soon, preferably. I'm kind of going crazy over here," she said honestly. Of course, if and when they actually did sleep together, she knew she was going to freak out. Especially if they weren't married yet. Would he think less of her for being so wiling to shag him without being betrothed? Ugh. This whole thing was bloody confusing.