"Let him be jealous. Let him be a jerk. Don't let him get to you," Danielle said, threading her fingers through his hair softly, letting her nails rake over his scalp lightly.
"Don't worry about the peas. It's fine. Although, it'd be great if you could avoid bruises for a few days that'd be great, babe. I hate seeing your pretty face all messed up."
Danielle sat on the bed, tucking her leg up underneath herself, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Have you... I um... I mean, did you and Ali? Or anyone..."